Vic Spencer - SOULFUL STREETS
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{Verse 1: Tree}
(Excellence)
Foot on the pedal
I got the mettle
That be the devil and I should be God on these niggas
Don’t be so hard on these niggas
Niggas ain’t staying we sick
Niggas ain’t playing we sick
Niggas ain’t spraying me shit
Niggas ain’t paying me shit
Niggas ain’t saying we quit
Quit all the lies
I got the money in case somebody dies
I got the money in case somebody tries us
Oh my god, holy Christ
Just me and G
And (?...)
One death, two death, who’s next
You stepped wrong
I had to kill you beforе the song ends
I don’t give no nigga no mеrcy
I only do that shit with (?...)
A lot of these bitches be thirsty
A lot of these niggas be dirty with thirties and (?...)
Lot of these shooters be tripping
Lot of these shooters be killing
Lot of these shooters dying inside
And when they slide
And you have to battle and say you be drilling
2012 I would give them hell with the rap shit got no money
2016 nigga quit teen rap shit man ain’t for me
2018 getting cake man
Laughing out loud ain’t nothing funny
Ain’t nothing funny ho
2020 can’t tell me nothing ho
{Chorus}
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) we smoking on is good
{Verse 2: Vic Spencer}
Nine times out of ten Imma win
Imma bend blocks and rules and do it again
I got the gin, I got the weed, I got the car, I got the juice
I been low on my OG wave,. Outside what’s the use
I can have everything or even better things
Doing things my way, because I got the leverage man
Keeping all my extra expenses on business
Put all of my faith in my own vision (I see it)
You can’t sell me a dream, I’m in the kitchen
That’s where I stay at
World go around I make you stay flat
Missing in action just like a stray cat
The mice back, you snitch rat
Everyone is talking like they dispatch
Get crushed like a six pack
This that soul trap that you can sit back
In the back of a scat pack like what’s happening
Give me dap or dig your own grave (Dead)
I work a nine to five, still my own slave
{Chorus}
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) we smoking on is good
{Verse 1: Tree}
(Excellence)
Foot on the pedal
I got the mettle
That be the devil and I should be God on these niggas
Don’t be so hard on these niggas
Niggas ain’t staying we sick
Niggas ain’t playing we sick
Niggas ain’t spraying me shit
Niggas ain’t paying me shit
Niggas ain’t saying we quit
Quit all the lies
I got the money in case somebody dies
I got the money in case somebody tries us
Oh my god, holy Christ
Just me and G
And (?...)
One death, two death, who’s next
You stepped wrong
I had to kill you beforе the song ends
I don’t give no nigga no mеrcy
I only do that shit with (?...)
A lot of these bitches be thirsty
A lot of these niggas be dirty with thirties and (?...)
Lot of these shooters be tripping
Lot of these shooters be killing
Lot of these shooters dying inside
And when they slide
And you have to battle and say you be drilling
2012 I would give them hell with the rap shit got no money
2016 nigga quit teen rap shit man ain’t for me
2018 getting cake man
Laughing out loud ain’t nothing funny
Ain’t nothing funny ho
2020 can’t tell me nothing ho
{Chorus}
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) we smoking on is good
{Verse 2: Vic Spencer}
Nine times out of ten Imma win
Imma bend blocks and rules and do it again
I got the gin, I got the weed, I got the car, I got the juice
I been low on my OG wave,. Outside what’s the use
I can have everything or even better things
Doing things my way, because I got the leverage man
Keeping all my extra expenses on business
Put all of my faith in my own vision (I see it)
You can’t sell me a dream, I’m in the kitchen
That’s where I stay at
World go around I make you stay flat
Missing in action just like a stray cat
The mice back, you snitch rat
Everyone is talking like they dispatch
Get crushed like a six pack
This that soul trap that you can sit back
In the back of a scat pack like what’s happening
Give me dap or dig your own grave (Dead)
I work a nine to five, still my own slave
{Chorus}
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) folks before
Folks before
It’s good, it’s good
It’s good, it’s good
(?...) we smoking on is good
