Soul Free

Lyrics
[Verse] I feel invincible not too concerned by life or death Fuck an accountant boy I'd rather count this cash myself I see em laughing at us watching as we kill ourselves Fuck beefing with each other let's help each increase our wealth How you gon' say I'm fake when you don't even know yourself You see me chasing cash fast moving walking stealth I see ya hating but waiting struggling by yourself Forever moving to the money till my last step Playing cash rules everything seen around me (Hustle) Come test the boy mane you won't get to see a round three Fuck round and you'll get terminated try and clown on me If you ask me there's zero chance of you surviving More than likely when I unload I set ya soul free Know why the cleaver up the heater when I unleash And guarantee no moving feet won't see a sight of me I'm a living breathing king mane watch how you talk to me Boy I'ma have the reaper meet ya on whatever street Or matter fact just 187 dead on the scene I have a lust for the cash bands all on me You having thoughts on being me yeah in ya dreams Catch a direct hit to the nostril, don't play with my guap though Young honcho, I'm counting with models Hustle, get money the motto Nah bro you can't get a swallow, handshake not even a dollar Bet for the money you would betray your team like Vince Carter You're flexing partner, in a second be drowning in water Father forgive me for when I see em' hope I still see tomorrow I'm on some Black Ops shit moving side of the chopper I'm on some Tony Hawk shit, kickflip you to the doctor Got the whole world in my hand with the grip of a lobster Just trick this game like a trap but think like a mobster But who am I? I'm that nigga that's sick of the starving I want my bank account on maximum bands in my wallet [Hook] Give me cash Give me bands Give me stacks I need that fetti in my hand give me that Man fuck some cutty give me ends I need that Counting G's back to back smoking trees back to back I need that fetti in my hand give me that Man fuck some cutty give me ends I need that Counting G's back to back smoking trees back to back
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- Black Smurf