[Intro]
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill 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 kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
Bow your head, let us pray
For anybody who dare stand in our way
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
[Bridge]
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill 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 killin’ these rappers
I run your town, give it back when I'm not around
Better bring your plungers cause that shit 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 shit 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 kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
Bow your head, let us pray
For anybody who dare stand in our way
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
[Bridge]
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill it, on my soul
On my soul, I’mma kill 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?
