When I ain’t get one spin on the F.M. after two years
People wondered what the F.M.’s after
But I don’t play games with a F.M. actor, I ain’t mad though
I ain’t even got to say F.M. backwards
Look some say the best get blacklisted
I figured me too, who knew so drastic
But I’m thinking about the future so I get past it
When niggas throw shade I get more resolved not reactive
Rewind regress I won’t have it
I’d rather reload release another classic
Yeah Love Letters response was fantastic
Think of what could happen that record was just practice
Soul.

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I don’t know about them niggas that be flashing
I ain’t seen none of the checks they been cashing
Man that shit so tired we need passion
Cameras and lights keep flashing we need action
Soul.
But I ain’t hating on the game man
Soul.
Because everybody needs a gameplan
Soul.
And you can fake it till you get it
I’m ‘a walk it like I talk it nigga get it how I live it
Let my Soul Glo

Civil unrest prospects dwindling
Time invested but return was diminishing
Flame flickering, records didn’t finish them
All the momentum slowed down like Ritalin
Oh no guess the pressure got crippling
Damn what a pity Queen City they was feeling them
But what’s worse a never was or a has been?
Lucky thinking legacy, how they gonna remember him?
But struggles only make a nigga grind more
Sometimes got to take a step back to move forward
I ain’t worried if I slide more
Because even if I hit “E” you’ll still see me with a shorty that’s to die for
Therefore all eyes is on me
When I cruise through the street so fly and so free
And I stay shining no rocks and no rings
When you see the chest gleam you know what I mean
That’s Soul.

Hook

Look at what the paper do, stunting when you come through
Neck full of truck jewels people want to catch a view
Yeah they’re catching vapors too
Because you walked by looking so fly they could get high off the residue
Your currency is large, and I don’t mean the cash
A different kind of green look at how their eyes flash
A different kind of clean fresh with the purple tags
Pulling out the Benz key, that’s a different type of class
You see me walk past, you think I hate your swag
Never that, just some questions that I want to ask
If you spend it when you get it could it ever last?
Do you ever smile behind the windows of that tinted glass?
Happiness is less than half about the math
You reply that you can manage long as money’s multiplying
So I guess we add it different, no need to be divided
You prefer to chase swagger I would rather shine brighter
That’s Soul.

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