8Ball, Matt Mages, Demun Jones - Soap Box lyrics

No matter what life give you
You gotta get up and go
Stand up on your soap box and
Let the world know I'm here (I'm right here)
And I ain't goin' nowhere
(And I ain't goin' nowhere)
No matter what life give you
You gotta get up and go
Stand up on your soap box and
Let the world know I'm here (I'm right here)
And I ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere, man)

I'm a outlaw fat with pussy, love and weed
Smokin' straight Jack drinkin' no chase
Or slurring when I'm talkin'
Slow walkin' dirty, southern blues
Rock 'n' roll
Cocaine and weed, yes indeed, lock and load
'Cause money make a man
Take money from your hand
It make a woman do stuff she
Say she ain't never do again
We livin' life and everybody got
Just one of them them boys haters
I don't fuck around with none of them
Family first
I don't put nothin' in front of them
Somebody fool with that
I'm burnin' everyone of them i be so humble
I'm in love with this whole Hip-Hop music
I do it for the ones who look for
Fat Bay when they chose it
I spit it hard for the ones
Who gotta live it hard
They get it hard and don't know
Nothin' but give it hard
We learned it hard man
One they shoot up on the guard
I must be trippin' 'cause right now
I hear them talkin' to me

No matter what life give you
You gotta get up and go
Stand up on your soap box and
Let the world know I'm here (I'm right here)
And I ain't goin' nowhere
(And I ain't goin' nowhere)
No matter what life give you
You gotta get up and go
Stand up on your soap box and
Let the world know I'm here (I'm right here)
And I ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere, man)

Ayy I'm a president, a leader, a teacher
A crooked preacher i'm a star of the team
A fan up in the bleachers
I'm a baby, up in Haiti with no mom or pops
I'm a farmer in my swan I'm
Tryin' to water my crops
I'm that young nigga out there
Tryin' to hustle them rocks
I'm the OG with that hook up
Tryin' to rap up them blocks
I'm the kush that you're smokin'
I'm that coke up your nose
I'm that feelin' that you get when
Used to gang a hoe
I'm that feelin' every entertainer get
When they do what they do and maybe
Sow up on that shit yeah
I'm sexed on heroin with back to back orgasms
In my mind what I'm doin'
Is way more than rappin'
When blues get there talkin' to you devils
Get there walkin' with your evil
If you reachin' for you tryin' to
Take it all from you
It make you stronger, filthy rich
I own the corner feelin' good
Livin' good that's what we all want

No matter what life give you
You gotta get up and go
Stand up on your soap box and
Let the world know I'm here (I'm right here)
And I ain't goin' nowhere
(And I ain't goin' nowhere)
No matter what life give you
You gotta get up and go
Stand up on your soap box and
Let the world know I'm here (I'm right here)
And I ain't goin' nowhere (Nowhere, man)

Yo, I'm a hard white extro
Feene Jones county rappin' ass whoopin' ass
Ask somebody if you think I'm playin'
A rhyme writin', fire spittin' Demun
I'm money gettin', ass lickin' if she's hot
No bullshittin' they don't forget me
Because I'm unforgettable
And punls don't fuck with me
I'm unfuckwithable
I'm in this bitch with 8Ball
And that says a lot
I'm grinding through the rings for
Every fuckin' crumb I got
But, I'm still hungry, I walk
Hitch or drive the van
A bus is nice but I don't need
It to get to my fans i'll sign your shirt
Heck take the pictures and shake the hands
You'd have to be in my
Shoes to completely understand
See, I didn't choose to rhyme
Yeah, rhymin' chose me
And I used to snort cocaine
And make my nose bleed
I almost died from it, but see, I survived
My heart is stronger than ever
I feel I'll never die

Success isn't measured by your
House and your car
Do you have it when they say you a star?
Is it love? Is it money? Is
It all of the above?
When you know how to achieve it
Do you ever get enough?