Lil Reese - On My Soul lyrics

[Hook: Lil Herb] On my soul Lost too many of my n***as out here in that field (On my soul) My n***as my n***as one hunnit' ya'll n***as ain't real (On my soul) War time n***as ain't on non', my n***as gon' drill (On my soul) Young n***a all I know is get money give a f** how they feel (On my soul) [Verse 1: Lil Herb] On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic co*kroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night Yeah n***a I need the money, f** fame Ima' stay the same, never change I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes 30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, j**els run up in yo' brain boy Real n***a everybody should clap for me But in the field everybody don't clap for me My n***as real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody , the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies And these n***as snakes , I ain't rockin' wit' everybody If any n***a play, we got choppas' for everybody A couple n***as might've said they my mans prolly' But understand, I'm that n***a to everybody He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously b**h can't ask me for my money man, b**h over my dead body And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get too the top, put it... [Hook: Lil Herb] [Bridge: Lil Reese] Ha You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***a Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***as (Fufu!) You juss' a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***a Give a f** 'bout what you woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-n***a [Verse 2: Lil Herb] Man I can't do sh** for no n***a, n***as never did sh** for me (On my soul) Right before when I was pullin' them bands, n***as wasn't in that sh** wit' me (On my soul) Now everybody wanna hold out they hand, boy you can't get sh** from me (On my soul) R.I.P. Lil' Roc, Vito, Fazo and real Pistol P (On my soul) Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it I'm workin' hard 'cuz my tape shoulda' been dropped And bro's sh** goin' nuts for the crack addicts Meanwhile b**h I'm focused on my mathematics All this money in the world, yeah I gotta have it I ain't trickin' on a b**h, that's a bad habit I'm juss' whippin' at my wrist for a black Aston I'm ridin' 'round through the city blowin' loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin' I don't ride wit' the mask but I ride wit' the Mag, I juss' drive and the Macs blastin' [Hook + Bridge] [Verse 3: Lil Reese] You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- n***a My n***as on the block they'll shoot you- take- all yo'- figures If you holdin' on the low I need that- lil'- f**in'- n***a If you hold , you say you got it- the sh**- witcho'- n***as If you gettin'- money lil' n***a you should feed everybody on the block Say he hot, how the f** he hot when his f**in' album juss' flopped? My n***as gettin' money, gettin' money we ain't even gotta be on that block Yo' b**h gon' go, she gon' go anyway 'cuz she know the squad hot f** all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'- sh** les' get to it These old a** rappers they old as f** they needa' sit down and get to it And a n***a like me stay high steady rollin' up Swishers f** Backwoods Lil' n***a get the top, push back on my block everyday n***a I'm good [Hook + Bridge]