Ol Man Soul lyrics

[Intro]
Rich.As.In.Spirit
You got to understand where
I'm coming from
To know where I've been
You get it?
Just listen

[Hook]
I got an ol man soul
Feel like I done lived
This life before
Got pulled from my plug
Like Life-support
My knees hurt, yea
That's what shooting dice
Will do
Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe
I like 'em new
Talkin' 'bout b*tches, n*gga
Life is cool
Trying to get richer n*gga
And I didn't even wanna kill 'em
So I pistol whipped him
And I don't even want to hit her
Unless she into me
[Verse 1]
Not into me
I just want a bad lil Philly b*tch
Who ready to roll out (Damn)
I just f*cking killed this sh*t
I'm wanted for murder cause a n*gga
Just showed out
Every beat I'm on I go crazy
Like a straitjacket
Boy I'm crazy (whoo)
Pulled up on them n*ggas
That was hating
And the looks on their faces
Had them n*ggas like (oooohhh)
I don't even really wanna say sh*t
I just gotta play it how it go, you get it?
The other n*gga he just with the basic
I just wanna turn ya, show ya how it go
Flipping it, Whipping it,Get it, Get it
I just wanna show you, digits, digits
Seven numbers are different from six digits (hmph)
That's a millionaire status
Billionaire status where I'm trying to be at
Next year
Done counted a whole lot of money
I can't even f*cking feel
My hands no mo
[Bridge]
Arthritis got me f*cked up
I'on know how I lucked up
Mama told us never suffer
I remember we didn't have no supper
I'm rich as in spirit
Rich as in digits
Rich, yea I got a whole lot of money
n*gga ya'll fear me
If you don't you's a broke n*gga
I fear ya

[Hook]
I got an ol man soul
Feel like I done lived
This life before
Got pulled from my plug
Like Life-support
My knees hurt, yea
That's what shooting dice
Will do
Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe
I like 'em new
Talkin' 'bout b*tches, n*gga
Life is cool
Trying to get richer n*gga
And I didn't even wanna kill 'em
So I pistol whipped him
And I don't even want to hit her
Unless she into me
[Verse 2]
I told her bring a friend
And I don't wanna hit 'em
Unless she send 'em in
Trying hit some new sh*t
I want a set of twins
Still on my bucket list
Gotta get me a Benz
I don't want that musty b*tch
I wanna hit her friend
And I grant these b*tches wishes, Rumpelstiltskin
And I keep that lil hoe running, like a field pig
I leave my hat on while I f*ck her,like a Pilgrim
Plus I gotta kill 'em
Gotta keep these young n*ggas dreamin' (huh)
I wear my heart on my shoulders
So I walk around this mother f*cker sleeveless
They was sleeping on my bars at first
Get a mattress for them boys Temper-pedic
I'm just trying to go and do shows hoe overseas
I got two boys who look up to me
And one who want to be me
And I'm still moving bass out the trunk, no speakers
My trunks caught a Ace, play a King, I'd beat ya
The pump make him jump, you a lame, Ima keep it
Them meats sweet, Swear to God Ima eat you
I don't wanna call lil shawty unless I need it
She gon' leave 'em knocking
Ima leave that pus*y bleeding (hmph, hmph)
I swear, she gone ride this di*k
We gone need some mo legs on the chair
She gone f*ck around, and might break it
Hope this di*k she can take it
If she can't ima be so upset with her, her, her
And it don't take pain for me to make that lil thing
Squirt, irt,irt
I gotta Ol Man Soul
n*gga can't you tell?
Geeked up like Streets say rob the player
Chicken just came home n*gga life is hell
You get a second chance at everything (Quan talk to 'em)

[Hook]
I got an ol man soul
Feel like I done lived
This life before
Got pulled from my plug
Like Life-support
My knees hurt, yea
That's what shooting dice
Will do
Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe
I like 'em new
Talkin' 'bout b*tches, n*gga
Life is cool
Trying to get richer n*gga
And I didn't even wanna kill 'em
So I pistol whipped him
And I don't even want to hit her
Unless she into me