G Herbo, Lil Reese - On My Soul lyrics
Herbert Wright III
[G Herbo, Lil Reese - On My Soul lyrics]
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
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 cockroaches all in the trap
Used too spend the night
Yeah, nigga I need the money, fuck 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
Jewels run up in yo' brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My niggas 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 niggas snakes
I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any nigga play
We got choppas' for everybody
A couple niggas might've said
They my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that nigga 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
Bitch can't ask me for my money man
Bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima'
Stack 'till I get too the top, put it
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha you's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Okay yo' clique a buncha'
Woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas
(Fufu) You juss' a woulda'-
Shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what
You woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
Man I can't do shit for no nigga
Niggas never did shit for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin' them bands
Niggas wasn't in that shit wit' me
(On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand
Boy you can't get shit from me (On my soul)
RIP 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 shit goin' nuts
For the crack addicts
Meanwhile bitch I'm focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world
Yeah I gotta have it
I ain't trickin' on a bitch
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'
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha you's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Okay yo' clique a buncha'
Woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas
(Fufu) You juss' a woulda'-
Shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what
You woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
My niggas on the block they'll shoot
You- take- all yo'- figures
If you holdin' on the low I
Need that- lil'- fuckin'- nigga if you hold
You say you got it- the shit- witcho'- niggas
If you gettin'- money lil' nigga you
Should feed everybody on the block
Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when
His fuckin' album juss' flopped?
My niggas gettin' money
Gettin' money we ain't even gotta
Be on that block yo' bitch gon' go
She gon' go anyway 'cuz she
Know the squad hot
Fuck all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'-
Shit les' get to it
These old ass rappers they old as fuck they
Needa' sit down and get to it
And a nigga like me stay high
Steady rollin' up Swishers fuck Backwoods
Lil' nigga get the top
Push back on my block everyday nigga I'm good
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha you's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Okay yo' clique a buncha'
Woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas
(Fufu) You juss' a woulda'-
Shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what
You woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
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 cockroaches all in the trap
Used too spend the night
Yeah, nigga I need the money, fuck 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
Jewels run up in yo' brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My niggas 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 niggas snakes
I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any nigga play
We got choppas' for everybody
A couple niggas might've said
They my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that nigga 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
Bitch can't ask me for my money man
Bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima'
Stack 'till I get too the top, put it
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha you's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Okay yo' clique a buncha'
Woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas
(Fufu) You juss' a woulda'-
Shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what
You woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
Man I can't do shit for no nigga
Niggas never did shit for me (On my soul)
Right before when I was pullin' them bands
Niggas wasn't in that shit wit' me
(On my soul)
Now everybody wanna hold out they hand
Boy you can't get shit from me (On my soul)
RIP 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 shit goin' nuts
For the crack addicts
Meanwhile bitch I'm focused on my mathematics
All this money in the world
Yeah I gotta have it
I ain't trickin' on a bitch
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'
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha you's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Okay yo' clique a buncha'
Woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas
(Fufu) You juss' a woulda'-
Shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what
You woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
You's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
My niggas on the block they'll shoot
You- take- all yo'- figures
If you holdin' on the low I
Need that- lil'- fuckin'- nigga if you hold
You say you got it- the shit- witcho'- niggas
If you gettin'- money lil' nigga you
Should feed everybody on the block
Say he hot, how the fuck he hot when
His fuckin' album juss' flopped?
My niggas gettin' money
Gettin' money we ain't even gotta
Be on that block yo' bitch gon' go
She gon' go anyway 'cuz she
Know the squad hot
Fuck all that shoulda'- coulda'- woulda'-
Shit les' get to it
These old ass rappers they old as fuck they
Needa' sit down and get to it
And a nigga like me stay high
Steady rollin' up Swishers fuck Backwoods
Lil' nigga get the top
Push back on my block everyday nigga I'm good
On my soul lost too many of my niggas
Out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit'
Ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non'
My niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money
Give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
Ha you's a woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Okay yo' clique a buncha'
Woulda'- shoulda'- coulda'- niggas
(Fufu) You juss' a woulda'-
Shoulda'- coulda'- nigga
Give a fuck 'bout what
You woulda'- shoulda'- coulda-nigga
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