Big Ghost LTD, Conway The Machine, Jae Skeese - In My Soul lyrics

Uh, uh yo, check

I'm him now and niggas aware of it
(They know now) i'm from the bottom
Mom's house is dilapidated
The whole entire neighborhood is derelict
(Uh, huh) was it poverty or carelessness?
They put the lowest class
Next to the projects
I always felt that shit was an experiment
(Crazy) gotta watch yourself at bus stops
Ain't no walkin' through it safely (Uh, uh)
I see niggas run all kind of game
Gamin' consoles
So it's impossible to break me
(It's impossible) shit, the ladies think we
Five-foot-two and shady
They might lie with you and lie to you
It's crazy (It's crazy)
So likе barber shit, I keep my guard up
And drive-bys a thing of the past now
Thеy doin' walk-ups (Bah)
It's corny, Buffalo and Marksburg
The hottest out of parkin'
Homie caught him lackin' while they parked up
And then they got they ass fucked up, look
(Talk that talk) head on the swivel
They might try to give me early dismissal
Just off the fact I grinded hard
And now my name is official
A peacekeeper, still I came with a pistol
It ain't a game
They fuck around and break your
Frame if you brittle
You gotta watch 'em, nigga
(You gotta watch 'em)

Yeah, the days gettin' darker and
The nights gettin' cold (Cold)
Gotta keep your head on the swivel
And stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)
One hand on steering wheel
The other hand on my pole
'Cause these niggas want me gone
I can feel it in my soul
Yeah (I can feel it in my soul)
Switchin' up my stash 'cause they
Plottin' on my bag
I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it)
And see the paperwork but I
Just know that nigga told (Look)
I can feel it in my soul (Ha ha ha)

They call me "Hands-On Machine" 'cause
I'ma do you myself
If a nigga thinkin' he puttin'
His hands on The Machine
I get these Big Ghost beats and
I dance on 'em with Skeese
And I manslaughter MCs, I'm advanced order
Sold coke to the gram snorters
My man caught up he was a transporter of kis
Now he in the Feds until
His granddaughter a teen
My hand up on my swang, need a
When I'm puttin' my pants on, shit is mean
All these damn corners (Talk to 'em)
And I know these niggas hate to see
All these damn pointers that dance
All on my sleeve (Boom)
But if niggas glance on us, we blam on 'em
Empty the can on 'em and breeze
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

Yeah, the days gettin' darker and
The nights gettin' cold (Cold)
Gotta keep your head on the swivel
And stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)
One hand on steering wheel
The other hand on my pole (I got my pole)
'Cause these niggas want me gone
I can feel it in my soul
Yeah (These niggas want me gone, I know it)
Switchin' up my stash 'cause they
Plottin' on my bag
I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it)
And see the paperwork but I
Just know that nigga told
I can feel it in my soul (Ha ha ha)

Ha, yeah, nigga, haha
We know you told, nigga
I don't need to see that paperwork
Just know it's out there