[Verse: Allen Mikal]
Its the real..
Yo whats the word word?
Sometimes I wonder what this life would be like
If biggie and pac was alive to live the sweet life
I sit at my kitchen table thinking
I can't eat right, theres a difference when two of the best just gon missing
Now they missin out, visions of my songs really gettin out
This is soul music, who gon listen? who gon diss it?
Thats what happens when you going hard in your composition
n***as hate, contemplating schemes, wanting your position
They try to f** you over, but ill never stop
I, do it til my 9-5 babies reach the top
Rockin shows, rockin hoes, drivin cars, coppin clothes
Get my mom up out this house, I swear she'll never be home
Cuz, she work too hard not to deserve a vacation
Engage in conversation with Hov
While I rock da nation with Cole
Yo this is dreams that'll probably come true
But if not, I make this soul music here for my crew
Uhhh, young intellectual, studying the textual concept
My mind set, my bars so complex, I
Switch up the flow, they not ready for this
Put in work for 9-5 but I do a 9 to 6
Then, get a 6 to 9 from a f**in bad b**h and
I dont waste my time tryna cuff a bad chick cuz
They the type to f** you over, leave you when its cold
Dark moments, they done took off and left me like a ho
I'll never trust a chick again, give her nuttin more than dick
And she give me blumpkin shout out to the thirsty sumchins
I'm such a bada**, they can't catch my lines like a bad pa**
It hit em too hard like im bam bam
Droppin bombs like im Baghdad, you better bag that
Shawty slid thru, was quick to give me that fat a**
Then I seen her tweet 95 with the hashtag
She tryna get wifed up but I ain't tryna have that
Had to skert off cuz she was catchin a feelin
My feelings feeling different than hers
Im just tryna catch a million
Said Im just tryna catch a million
Soul music, what chu feeling?
Yeah. 95. Yeah yeah