[Chorus: Kenny Soul]
(Get money
Buy dreams
Get money buy dreams
I don't play with this sh**
I see my name on a dollar)x2
I tell my people hold it down!
(we gon' make it to the, we gon' make it to the
We gon' make it to the top
And I bet it won't take that long hold it down!)x2
[Hook X2: Kenny Soul]
You funny with the money I ain't nothing to play with
Ya n***as got jokes I ain't nothing to play with
You thots on jocks I ain't nothing to play with
I'ma run it with the n***as I came with!
[Verse 1: Kenny Soul]
Cut from my own cloth poppin' the tag off
Drop when the beat drop dusting the bag off
K. Soul bout' the queso and case closed
Raised lows now the voice flows I'm Earl Jones still stoned
Still getting stoned still throned
Supreme being on a locked screen the soul glows
I'm straight from the Coven
Code of the streets to the summons
Rose from the dead now I'm bumming!
Rose from the ground now I'm budding like ii hoe
If you don't want to get with Joe unbu*ton!
Serene on the scene with no sight
Moving to the green like red lights
Trap like dead mice!
Straight to city hall from slum dogs to loud fogs
Rolling up raws sauce saws with no laws
Rolling up raws
Source sees
We open up jaws like LL
Flex like LL
Price like wholesale!
Cut the tag off the coattail and use the price tag to post bail
Keep the hands clean the streets sell the caps sail catch the led hale then fair well!
Ki's to the city need a big a** scale
Keys to the city lock a big a** jail
So now if any homies need hotels we free 'em out the cells to sea shells
We ain't just drop we free fell!
Known as the soul
Flexing while I plummet cuz I'm coming down the summit like you already snow
I get money!
Big boy living the dough
I hold it down like I was waiting for the lever to tow
A pickup this a stick up now give me the code
And give me the keys and hand 'em like we amicable
I been on the low
You learn about the loud on the low
My city wavy so you know i had to anchor the flow
I gotta!
[Chorus and Hook X2: Kenny Soul]
[Verse 2: G Nova]
I found keys to the city true
And I bleed for the city nothing new
And when I get my change up everything will change up once the revolution introduced
Word!
Patriarch Bonaparte balling all in the park grew up down the street from the Bellow
I might leave this hoe like 50 a note
Mayweather and you n***as is Canelo may
Mayweather change weather like storms
Bars on your mind when my word is bond
Decode the scroll and you post your bond
City full of grace yeah we far from gone
RIP Chinx Drugz
RIP Stack Bundles, Big L, BIG and Scott La Rock
City full of lost souls
Oh sh** K. Soul
They gon' need new soles when this sh** drop!
Specifically the statue of liberty got to fall for out liberation
5 boroughs of d**h with bridges between us all thats 5 degrees of separation
My n***as raised on mis-education
Enslaved with no reparations
And whole gentrified Brooklyn
n***a thats modern day segregation
Its time to wake up stop waiting on God
Cuz 9/11 was an inside job
Had an idea when I was in the Stu till a plane hit a n***a like building two
Overwhelming proof for corruption so f** em
Go ahead and cross the line
Gotta remind the state like all the time
I said f** property tax cuz the city is mine n***a!