My Soul

I ain't worried about your past. There ain't no point in you worrying about mine. Just know I'm him. Black metaphor. How they trying to tear me down, they ain't Help me build. How they gon' speak like they Was great, they ain't got no skills. How they gon' think they at the top, and They ain't climb no hills. If they ain't speaking about the gram, I can't See no real. I never chose to try to Fit in, I went got what's mine. And let the rest fit on my finger, I spit about a dime. I ain't tapping out for guess it's just my Time. And all that they try get stopped, Guess it's just my sign. They say if I want it, I gotta go Get it. Once you get it, don't let it go. Crazy they think they getting in my way. My motion ain't letting that happen no time soon. I put that on God. They can't block nothing I got going. See my shine, It's a different type. You gon' need your shades for this, no cap. They told me pressure busts a pipe, but I Got mine on my waist. And I heard everything they said, but they still Lying to my face. Crazy how these women call And try to slide to my place. Why they looking like they jealous? All that hate be a waste. I'm just tipping through the boulevard, sipping Something blue. Red paint dripping like it's PMS, Heavy flow. If they talking about the bag, Better know it's heavy though. Spend my time laughing at try me, I'm ready. I never thought I'd see the day, That I'd be falling for something. I'm in love with this hustle. I'm in love with getting this check. I'm in love with cruising round town. Looking like a million bucks. Laughing on them, can't stop I got going on. Motion is a must. A bunch of haters say I'm short, but ain't No point to prove. They telling me I'm in They way, but ain't no point to move. Know what they say don't make my business, I'll Be damned I lose. But I'm an angel, I'll be damned I choose. I stand on ten inside my shoes, who gon' Knock me down? Somewhere way up at the top, Who gon' talk me down? Forever legend round this, even if they chalk me Down. They in they feelings, I'm him, Even if they soak me down. I promise I'm on it. I'm issuing out nothing but pressure. Heavyweight, what they gon' do with it? They ain't blocking nothing over here. And every day like the first of the month. And I love everything about it. Go back broke for what? Tripping with yourself. Black metaphor.