Spiz The Prophet - Old Soul lyrics

[Hook] They say I'm young with a old soul (x3) And will I sell my soul for Jesus pieces made of rose gold? (no) They say I'm young with a old soul (x3) And will I sell my soul for Jesus pieces made of rose gold? (no) [Verse 1] Nothing is set in stone unless that stone is a diamond One in the rough, my sneaks is scuffed, still see me shining Like a princess cut, n***a what? you see me grinding Mastered my timin' the city gettin' hot well I adjust to the climate I'm not stopping, n***as funny like they Affion Crockett Your lady jocking; like the way that I rock it Fly as a commodore rocket, love the way I Hip-Hop it Watch me pop and lock it, like my name was crazy legs Smoking on some crazy haze, I'm in a crazy daze Got my eyes weak like a month old baby's legs Those that seek enlightenment, must not be lead astray They must learn to follow that light, each and every day And my music help the world bruh, What the f** your sh** do? Destroyed, I build prick cause I only spit truth Over these beats with flows, trying to guide the lost souls Cause they never gave a f** and that's just how it goes! (oh) [Hook] [Verse 2] Fee-fi-fo-fum yes I'm biggity-back Let me light the blunt and proceed to rip the triggity-track Because these n***as in the game bro, they wiggity-whack And on the real, in the streets you got to keep your striggity-strap Cause n***as in the street dog they like to criggity-creep Run up in your home B & E while you sliggity-sleep And selling dope, that's the only way to eggity-eat And for a couple bills they'll hit you with that higgity-heat If you talking ill, they be running in your tiggity-teeth It seem like the only way to keep the peace is to keep the piece Screaming f** the police, give a f** how you feel Grabbing my nuts and flick the finger; life is too real Only thing that come to a sleeping man is a dream So awake my n***a, make that sh** reality It rule everything around you, get the cream When you gleam they scheme and plot on the treasure Couple n***as want to get mine; I won't let 'em 'Bout to heat it up, no easy baker oven Smooth criminal like Mike when I does it Used to rap in the lunchroom over free lunches I showed and improved now your God is disgusting Kaboom move! give me some room! when I does it Philly mind-state black thoughts on my mind On a quest with Hip-Hop for a love I'll never find (ha) [Hook]