Soulful by OneTakeDrew Lyrics
[Intro]
Sample - The O'Jays (Back Stabbers)
Yeah, back stabbers
I got too much soul, nigga
[Verse 1]
The, friend of my enemy is usually my enemy
Like my lawyer buddy-buddy with the prosecution
I thought you should be defending me
Voices in my head, must be my inner Jiminy Cricket
The story of my life and god be Lemony, Snicket
I tend to be, driven by anyone offending me
Rev up my grind I blend the beat
And, produce a flow so smooth he
Run out of coat tail for groupies
These hoes bound to choose me
Bet they won't see a Dollar Bill
Like St. Louis outside The Player's Club kinda ill
How I burn these tracks
Rest in peace to Bernie Mac
Hope this game don't turn me wack
Only way to progress, no turning back
Live my life in worry that, I won't be remembered
For one thing, a young king, but what if Scar killed Simba
Got no kids, who gon' be the symbol, of what I stood for
Send me and my realest verses to the good lord
I'm good for it, nigga
Hard to put your heart in words, much harder to get 'em heard
Who woulda thought the thought of real music could be absurd
Niggas talk the talk
Forreal sentences free of verbs
Or verb-free, no one take action no more it's embarrassing
Seriously, frustration just converts to cursing
Like fuck the man on his ass countin' cash while I'm working
For a fraction of what his wrist cost
Pissed off, niggas be havin' to work some years for it (yeah)
But you get that in a few days
For money that ridiculous niggas gon' have to move weight (huh, dawg)
And is you game for it?
Either that or kill a brother that got what you can't afford (huh, nah)
See that's two lanes boy, and I'm over in the third one
An instrumental surgeon, come test it, I must confess it
Might be the slowest but its closest to the exits
Im blessed that I done traveled a safer road
Men of my family done sold I'm tryna break the mold
Can keep the silver and the bronze, I'm trying to take the gold
Momma providin' for the family, let's change the roles
Be patient, I'll take control
You covered
And fuck it shit, so is my brothers
Marcus, Smitty, Vaughn, and Josh shit get gritty imma call 'em
And, give em a piece of whatever I get involved in
I mean why not eat with the same niggas you starved with
Start from the bottom and I'm still here, it's tough
But boy I just started so I feels fair, no love
In the hip hop game but I still care, still care
A struggle ain't nothing, I put that on my brother's wheelchair
He's been in and out of hospitals and he's still here
The shit that he had to endure taught me to kill fear
Nigga, that shit taught me to kill fear
So while you're sketchy bout if the lord exists it's real clear
Pure Crystal
Sample - The O'Jays (Back Stabbers)
Yeah, back stabbers
I got too much soul, nigga
[Verse 1]
The, friend of my enemy is usually my enemy
Like my lawyer buddy-buddy with the prosecution
I thought you should be defending me
Voices in my head, must be my inner Jiminy Cricket
The story of my life and god be Lemony, Snicket
I tend to be, driven by anyone offending me
Rev up my grind I blend the beat
And, produce a flow so smooth he
Run out of coat tail for groupies
These hoes bound to choose me
Bet they won't see a Dollar Bill
Like St. Louis outside The Player's Club kinda ill
How I burn these tracks
Rest in peace to Bernie Mac
Hope this game don't turn me wack
Only way to progress, no turning back
Live my life in worry that, I won't be remembered
For one thing, a young king, but what if Scar killed Simba
Got no kids, who gon' be the symbol, of what I stood for
Send me and my realest verses to the good lord
I'm good for it, nigga
Hard to put your heart in words, much harder to get 'em heard
Who woulda thought the thought of real music could be absurd
Niggas talk the talk
Forreal sentences free of verbs
Or verb-free, no one take action no more it's embarrassing
Seriously, frustration just converts to cursing
Like fuck the man on his ass countin' cash while I'm working
For a fraction of what his wrist cost
Pissed off, niggas be havin' to work some years for it (yeah)
But you get that in a few days
For money that ridiculous niggas gon' have to move weight (huh, dawg)
And is you game for it?
Either that or kill a brother that got what you can't afford (huh, nah)
See that's two lanes boy, and I'm over in the third one
An instrumental surgeon, come test it, I must confess it
Might be the slowest but its closest to the exits
Im blessed that I done traveled a safer road
Men of my family done sold I'm tryna break the mold
Can keep the silver and the bronze, I'm trying to take the gold
Momma providin' for the family, let's change the roles
Be patient, I'll take control
You covered
And fuck it shit, so is my brothers
Marcus, Smitty, Vaughn, and Josh shit get gritty imma call 'em
And, give em a piece of whatever I get involved in
I mean why not eat with the same niggas you starved with
Start from the bottom and I'm still here, it's tough
But boy I just started so I feels fair, no love
In the hip hop game but I still care, still care
A struggle ain't nothing, I put that on my brother's wheelchair
He's been in and out of hospitals and he's still here
The shit that he had to endure taught me to kill fear
Nigga, that shit taught me to kill fear
So while you're sketchy bout if the lord exists it's real clear
Pure Crystal