Tobe Nwigwe, Nas, Jacob Banks - ON MY SOUL lyrics
Nas [Nasir bin Olu Dara Jones] Brooklyn, NYC, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tobe Nwigwe, Nas, Jacob Banks - ON MY SOUL lyrics]
Ooh (yeah), ooh (yeah), ooh (yeah), ooh
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped
And they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi
But, I ain't a troll on my mama
Can't nobody out here play me for no ho
Guard your grill, guard your grill
Ain't nobody out here hard to kill
The gat I pack go "pap" and peel
Your cap from front to back
Have you stiff or hard as steel
Ah, tuna fish my hardest meal
Stay trill when they switch to a harder skill
I'm in the field like a Buffalo
Bill with a bubble-coat filled
With a couple little posts, chill
Switch it up, get direct, black and white
Michael Bibby i get cheese with everybody
But can't do it with no Mickey
Keep a blicky on me for them
Serpеnts tryna give me hickeys
Who want smokе? Who want smoke? Well
Guess what, ho, I'm the chimney, ah
Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire
To burn my desire, burn my desire
Bring me the smoke and I'll build you a fire
To burn my desire, burn my desire
Ooh (yeah), ooh (yeah), ooh (yeah), ooh
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped
And they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi
But, I ain't a troll (yeah) on my mama
Can't nobody out here play me for no ho
Don't slander all the banter
Just one answer, I'm an animal
I'm just one man, outstandin' though
Part wolf, part king, part Hannibal
Example, proof, I'm built like I'm mechanical
On the mic, I'm a cannibal
You don't know who I'm family to
You don't know my team
You don't know what my mans'll do
Turn it up to the maximum
Gorillas in the trap
But them got millions watchin' every move
I make 'cause I'm what's happenin'
Got jaws droppin', autopsies
Drive hard tops, got hard body
'Cause Nas told me, "Y'all
Problem", this high powered, high-profit
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped
And they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi
But, I ain't a troll (yeah) on my mama
Can't nobody out here play me for no ho
On my soul, everybody in the clique strapped
And they all on go
Keep a stick, just like branch, papi
But, I ain't a troll on my mama
Can't nobody out here play me for no ho
(What up, thun? Let's get it)
Yeah, uh, uh, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)