My Soul Trae tha Truth

[Intro]
I ain't worried 'bout your past
It ain't no point in you worryin' 'bout mine
Just know I'm him
(Black Metaphor)

[Verse 1]
How they tryna tear me down? They ain't help me build (Shit crazy)
How they gon' speak like they was great? They ain't got no skills
How they gon' think they at they top and they ain't climb no hills?
If they ain't speakin' 'bout the 'Gram, I can't see no real
I never chose to try to fit in, I went, got what's mine (Got it)
And let the rest fit on my finger, I spent 'bout a dime (Got it)
I ain't tappin' out for shit, guess it's just my time
And all that shit they try get stopped, guess it's just my sign

[Interlude]
They say if I want it, I gotta go get it
Oncе you get it, don't let it go
Crazy, they think thеy gettin' in my way
My motion ain't lettin' that happen no time soon
I put that on God
They can't block nothin' I got goin'
See, my shine, it's a different type
You gon' need your shades for this
No cap