[Chorus: Lil Herb]
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights
Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic
Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame
Ima' stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes
30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo' brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My niggas real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody , the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies
And these niggas snakes , I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any nigga play, we got choppas' for everybody
A couple niggas might've said they my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that nigga to everybody
He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
Bitch can't ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get too the top, put it...
On my soul
Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field (On my soul)
My niggas my niggas one hunnit' ya'll niggas ain't real (On my soul)
War time niggas ain't on non', my niggas gon' drill (On my soul)
Young nigga all I know is get money give a fuck how they feel (On my soul)
[Verse 1: Lil Herb]
On my soul in the field, 'member plain nights
Totin' pipes, trappin' sellin' white trynna get it right
Came straight from the block now I'm on the mic
Cockroaches all in the trap, used too spend the night
Yeah nigga I need the money, fuck fame
Ima' stay the same, never change
I be with the gang, sippin' purple lean, switchin' lanes
30's in they hands, so don't run up on this Range, jewels run up in yo' brain boy
Real nigga everybody should clap for me
But in the field everybody don't clap for me
My niggas real guaranteed they gon' clap for me so when I get them bills Ima' pay for they accuracy
Now everybody juss' be plottin' on everybody , the feds prolly' puttin' dead bodies on there bodies
And these niggas snakes , I ain't rockin' wit' everybody
If any nigga play, we got choppas' for everybody
A couple niggas might've said they my mans prolly'
But understand, I'm that nigga to everybody
He ain't from the land then he ain't my mans prolly
We got a song then he payed me the bands obviously
Bitch can't ask me for my money man, bitch over my dead body
And I promise that my money won't stop Ima' stack 'till I get too the top, put it...
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