Lil Wayne, Yung Bleu - Soul Child lyrics

Yeah (yeah, yeah)
For better or worse I'm here with you
(For better or worse)

I just logged of the internet
'cause niggas be fake beefin'
I showed these niggas what to
Do with a Drake feature (yeah)
Six-time nominated, used to wait in line
I done got us accommodated (yeah)
Just think about the last seven
Months that I dominated (yeah)
The cars that we drive come
In like common dеnominators
You could be the one livin'
This lifе or the commentator
I hope I live a life

To see my niggas exonerated
Why they gettin' canceled? (Canceled)
I'm not a slave in my whip
I'm ownin' my masters
When I drop that Moon Boy
I took off like NASA (Skrrt)
I'm finally at a place where we
Can talk 'bout the fucked shit (Fuck it)
Don't need you complainin' because I
Go through enough shit
These niggas all my sons like
I grew up on Bushwick
I went from no money on
My books to overbooked, bitch
We out in Palestine, they had to give me my
Flowers like I'm their valentine
It was a matter of time

I never talked to the cops when
It was a matter of crime
How the fuck a legal drug
Turned to a federal crime?
I got some niggas in prison
Who doin' federal time
And I heard you niggas fallin' off
I could feel the decline
My shit through the roof
Don't give a fuck how the ceilin' designed
Hangin' with some made niggas who
Be on militant time
You niggas toy soldiers, when they was
Tryna keep me in the game, i crossed over
Feds tryna intercept the pack
And got Moss'd over
Filipino hoes in the room get tossed over
Now look at me cross-over (yeah)
And I rap like my life depend on this shit
(It does, nigga)

I ain't got no love for these bitches, yeah
They never treated me special
They never did shit but be extra
No Uber, make her drive herself like a Tesla
Guns on the dresser came with a compresser
Don't you treat, treat, treat me
Like sixth man, uh, yeah
Ayy, tell the valet
"Bring the Urus to the parking lot"
I got shooters in this car
Don't whip up in this parking spot
I know niggas talk a lot 'cause they
All make 'em walk a lot i'm bougie
What you talkin' 'bout? You never
Sucked this dick so stop
Bitches, they be fake as fuck, fake ass
Fake titties fake attitude, hoe
Actin' like you don't drink Henny
Talkin' 'bout some nights before the tour
What you gon' do to get it?
Ayy, I prolly got half of your rent, if not
Get up in it
Pay me, the hottest in the city
I'm tryna take over the whole fuckin' world

The world cray, always first, never second
Suck my third leg
Got her legs in the air like some bird legs
Fuck her 'til she can't feel
Her legs like a mermaid
I'm a Perc' head, lean fiend
I'm a weed boy coke on my fingers
Work a key like a keyboard
Cocaine cowboy, yee haw, high comin' down
Put some pounds on the other
Side of the see-saw
Yung Bleu, I got 'em, I won too
I'm not 'em put the gun to his
Collar, alhamdulillah'd 'em, yeah
Bum boo and olives, mushroom and molly
Been a pro since a kid
Like the young Luka Dončić
Promethazine make my punch
Punch like Muhammad
New Orleans love me like Miami love Udonis
Yeah, red bandana and blue collar
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Soul child in this bitch
Platinum teeth but they I smile in this bitch
What's beef? Get the whole cow in this bitch
If you's lack, keep your nose
Out of this shit, yeah

Yeah (yeah, yeah)
For better or worse I'm here with you
(For better or worse)