Tell Me Who Profits Souls of Mischief

[Verse 1: A-Plus, Tajai, Phesto, and Opio]
Hmmmmm
I could give a damn about you and your crew
Everybody's frontin, ain't nobody bein true to
The things they say, they say...
(Man, I understand)
And...
(I got a plan for improvement...)
But you gets the finger
And I bring a attitude with me
'Cause brothers that I know be acting shifty
Let me be me, and I'll let you be you
But why talk about me if it's not me that you're talkin to
Let's make it clear, you do not know me
So skip "How ya livin'", "How ya feel, bro G"
To me that's phony, asking if my shit's dropping
The kids stop when they start to get they lips popped, and
They say I forgot 'em, but I ain't seen 'em in four years
You always had my number
So step with your poor tears
And what about Blessings?
(Plus is my man!)
You need to stop it
Screw the doers, of rumors
'Cause you nerds never profit