On My Soul - Lil Herb/Lil Reese Written by:Samouraï 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 ni**a all I know is get money give a fk how they feel On my soul 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 ni**a I need the money fk 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 ni**a 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 ni**a play we got choppas' for everybody A couple niggas might've said they my mans prolly' But understand I'm that ni**a 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 B**ch can't ask me for my money man b**ch 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 ni**a all I know is get money give a fk how they feel On my soul Ha You's a woulda' shoulda' coulda' ni**a Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda' shoulda' coulda' niggas Fufu you juss' a woulda' shoulda' coulda' ni**a Give a fk 'bout what you woulda' shoulda' coulda ni**a Man I can't do sh*t for no ni**a niggas never did sh*t for me On my soul Right before when I was pullin' them bands niggas wasn't in that sh*t wit' me On my soul Now everybody wanna hold out they hand boy you can't get sh*t from me On my soul R I p lil' roc vito fazo and real pistol p On my soul Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it Smoke a blunt now I'm back at it I'm workin' hard 'cuz my tape shoulda' been dropped And bro's sh*t goin' nuts for the crack addicts Meanwhile b**ch I'm focused on my mathematics All this money in the world yeah I gotta have it I ain't trickin' on a b**ch that's a bad habit I'm juss' whippin' at my wrist for a black Aston I'm ridin' 'round through the city blowin' Loud by the fifty run up on me and we black maskin' I don't ride wit' the mask but I ride wit' the mag I juss' drive and the macs blastin' 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 ni**a all I know is get money give a fk how they feel On my soul Ha You's a woulda' shoulda' coulda' ni**a Okay yo' clique a buncha' woulda' shoulda' coulda' niggas Fufu you juss' a woulda' shoulda' coulda' ni**a Give a fk 'bout what you woulda' shoulda' coulda ni**a You juss' a woulda' shoulda' coulda' ni**a My niggas on the block they'll shoot you take all yo' figures If you holdin' on the low I need that lil' f**kin' ni**a If you hold you say you got it the sh*t witcho' niggas If you gettin' money lil' ni**a you should feed everybody on the block Say he hot how the fk he hot when his f**kin' album juss' flopped My niggas gettin' money gettin' money we ain't even gotta be on that block Yo' b**ch gon' go she gon' go anyway 'cuz she know the squad hot Fk all that shoulda' coulda' woulda' sh*t les' get to it These old a** rappers they old as fk They needa' sit down and get to it And a ni**a like me stay high steady rollin' up swishers fk backwoods Lil' ni**a get the top push back on my block everyday ni**a I'm good On my soul Lost too many of my niggas out here in that field