Khrysis - On My Soul lyrics

[Intro] On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul [Verse 1] I been waitin' for this moment like a sinner on a Sunday God forgive my sins, I'm tryna win Where they lose lives without 20 dollars but carry .45s What can I say? Like Father's Day, we all got ties I rise high like a pop fly, no scrimmage I'm feelin' like Popeye on a strict diet of spinach Sons go across the net, see I call it a ball of tennis What you talkin' bout like Willis, stop you mid-sentence like hiccups Give it right back to you like Cinderella slippers I got principles, no Seymour Skinners Suddenly I see more, more than the florist at the little shop of horror Yo Khrysis, you still recordin'? Clearly I'm focussed so dealt hope to the hopeless Send me competition, I'm sendin' you bad condolences You far from us, you hate but God love us If you need advice, I'll give you a tip like Kamaal's mother Step one, understand there's no one better than me Step two, follow step one to a T On track, so on track they wonder where do I train I love the man that I became, vain like Ricky Fontaine But Pretty Ricky's what they called him We back in it like parallel parking Standin' on the game like a Playstation carpet Pray the same way that mama taught us [Hook] Bow your head, let us pray For anybody who dare stand in our way On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul Bow your head, let us pray For anybody who dare stand in our way On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul [Bridge] On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul (Count me down again) [Verse 2] Product of mama's prayers, promise mama I'd care Promise to bring her joy for the times that I gave her fear Times when I lied to her, knowing she'd see through it Praying the Folks and Mo's don't recruit us Children under the sun and she hate when the summer come Caskets under the dirt, hope we see 21 Live in fear of the bullet when coming out of the gun And they wear the metal like Forrest before he learned how to run If I die, somebody wipe my mama's tears for me Tell her play this if she ever need to hear from me Mama I love you, that's the only thing that matters Now let me get right back to k**in' these rappers I run your town, give it back when I'm not around Better bring your plungers cause that sh** ain't goin' down I'm a product of God's work, you'll leave with your pride hurt What I write is a prize verse, your sh** is a Pras verse Sleep on Lord, these rappers ain't ready Tell the head of your label I'm doing some beheading You can bring you, you, you and whoever I'm playin' everybody, Eddie Murphy movie credits I won't fall, I'm short but I stand tall I don't give a damn what they say, I work damn hard Hell naw, you can't hang, but I'll find you a noose I'm takin' spots like it's duck, duck, goose Little sing tools [Hook] Bow your head, let us pray For anybody who dare stand in our way On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul Bow your head, let us pray For anybody who dare stand in our way On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul [Bridge] On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul On my soul, I'mma k** it, on my soul [Outro] Why do you hate? Why don't they teach you how to love? Why do you hate yourself? Why don't they teach you how to love yourself?