Soul ft. Mac Miller

Right on my tongue, look Yo, check, my flow is unknown to man, yet Damn it, keep running around like an annual banquet! Made a withdrawal with your broad, she left the bank wet Rub her like a condom contemplating dangerous sex. I’m unimpressed with your talent, skill still appeal A maestro on the mic though, I’m almost ill as Camille for real! Ain’t never running from nothing, I’m fit to treadmills Name another movement making time stand still! High power to the third degree, Murder, we emerged and it was an emergency It’s closed curtains for you worthless earthlings Hurting cause I rise like Mercury in the burning heat. Word on the street, … done it again! Look at me! I used to match a dub sack with my friends Now we smoking by the O, like the letters P and N Ain’t have to start watching CNN for you to see an end. It’s coming quicker than you think, Don’t mean to rub it in like… But you should learn that you could never fuck with him. Abs getting bigger, but I ain’t do no sit-ups, Got the hiccups cause I keep puffin’ Ports without the filter Feel the vibe switch in every single room that I enter Told my bitch to make room for a tomb for her placenta, nigga. I fuck her ’til she have a seizure in my leisure time She know I love her, also know I don’t need her, Cause I’m a king and I smoke a lot of weed That makes sense, it’s about 33 ounces in a liter! In … terms you lames had better pay respect Or you’ll be sleeping, they’ll be at your wake paying their respects. Oh, so it’s the soul cold wickedness, old folk killing shit Most dope syndicate, the go pros filming it. The good coke sniffing shit, broke no benefits Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com Smack him in his face and then I’m blowing smoke into it. Obliterated on a big estate, shit! I figure fame is just a bitches game That’s why there’s raindrops dripping off my windowpane And I was getting money far before the… came. Official name’s got plugs like a new strain does You may be hot inside your city, homie you ain’t us! You can’t trust nothing if it’s comma with the dollar sign It’s genius coming from out of my awkward mind. Cross the line, it’s just not the time And he ain’t thinking, put that red dot on his mind! I’m Santana’s bandana, against me you don’t stand a chance Call you “fancy pants”, cause when you’re drunk you do the hammer dance. If there’s a random chance you’re fuckin’ up my Phantom plans I’mma go bananas and …. ‘em into the ambulance. My mother’s sonogram was like a mission statement, Cause I wasn’t patient, left that pussy in a spaceship. Y’all fools basic, your parents both racist I’m… these hoes out here, beating cases She eating dick so she plead the fifth Yeah, it’s Larry Fish, homie he’s a myth! You sunk my battleship, I’ll be in Nazareth by where Jesus live And your homie with you, he’s a bitch, some vagina shit! Getting faded, go and sin in Vegas I’m just observing, man of different faces. Some dick-licker want my kids in her She a switch-hitter, told her bring her bitch with her. The dick split her like a swisher then I’m …. Never eat the pussy if it’s lousy, it’s lousy I’m the prodigal son with ominous, Nostradamus anonymous visions Confidence, some Obama shit, in moccasins they can In moccasins they can…