In My Soul lyrics

[Intro: Jae Skeese]
Uh, uh
Yo, check

[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]
I'm him now and n*ggas aware of it (They know now)
I'm from the bottom, Mom's house is dilapidated
The whole entire neighborhood is derelict (Uh-huh)
Was it poverty or carelessness?
They put the lowest class next to the projects
I always felt that sh*t was an experiment (Crazy)
Gotta watch yourself at bus stops, ain't no walkin' through it safely (Uh-uh)
I see n*ggas run all kind of game
Gamin' consoles, so it's impossible to break me (It's impossible)
sh*t, the ladies think we five-foot-two and shady
They might lie with you and lie to you, it's crazy (It's crazy)
So likе barber sh*t, I keep my guard up
And drive-bys a thing of the past now, thеy doin' walk-ups (Bah)
It's corny, Buffalo and Marksburg, the hottest out of parkin'
Homie caught him lackin' while they parked up
And then they got they ass f*cked up, look (Talk that talk)
Head on the swivel, they might try to give me early dismissal
Just off the fact I grinded hard and now my name is official
A peacekeeper, still I came with a pistol
It ain't a game, they f*ck around and break your frame if you brittle
You gotta watch 'em, n*gga (You gotta watch 'em)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, the days gettin' darker and the nights gettin' cold (Cold)
Gotta keep your head on the swivel and stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)
One hand on steering wheel, the other hand on my pole
'Cause these n*ggas want me gone, I can feel it in my soul
Yeah (I can feel it in my soul)
Switchin' up my stash 'cause they plottin' on my bag
I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it)
And see the paperwork but I just know that n*gga told (Look)
I can feel it in my soul (Hahaha)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
They call me "Hands-On Machine" 'cause I'ma do you myself
If a n*gga thinkin' he puttin' his hands on The Machine
I get these Big Ghost beats and I dance on 'em with Skeese
And I manslaughter MCs, I'm advanced order
Sold coke to the gram snorters, my man caught up
He was a transporter of kis
Now he in the Feds until his granddaughter a teen
My hand up on my swang, need a—
When I'm puttin' my pants on, sh*t is mean
All these damn corners (Talk to 'em)
And I know these n*ggas hate to see
All these damn pointers that dance all on my sleeve (Boom)
But if n*ggas glance on us, we blam on 'em
Empty the can on 'em and breeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, the days gettin' darker and the nights gettin' cold (Cold)
Gotta keep your head on the swivel and stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)
One hand on steering wheel, the other hand on my pole (I got my pole)
'Cause these n*ggas want me gone, I can feel it in my soul
Yeah (These n*ggas want me gone, I know it)
Switchin' up my stash 'cause they plottin' on my bag
I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it)
And see the paperwork but I just know that n*gga told
I can feel it in my soul (Hahaha)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]
Ha, yeah, n*gga, haha
We know you told, n*gga
I don't need to see that paperwork
Just know it's out there