In My Soul

In My Soul Lyrics

[Jae Skeese:]
Uh, uh
Yo, check

I'm him now and niggas 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 niggas 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 like barber sh*t, I keep my guard up
And drive-bys a thing of the past now, they 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**ked 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**k around and break your frame if you brittle
You gotta watch 'em, nigga (You gotta watch 'em)

[Conway the Machine:]
Yeah, the days gettin' darker and the nigh's 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 niggas 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 nigga told (Look)
I can feel it in my soul (Hahaha)

They call me "Hands-On Machine" 'cause I'ma do you myself
If a nigga 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 niggas hate to see
All these damn pointers that dance all on my sleeve (Boom)
But if niggas glance on us, we blam on 'em
Empty the can on 'em and breeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

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 niggas want me gone, I can feel it in my soul
Yeah (These niggas 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 nigga told
I can feel it in my soul (Hahaha)

Ha, yeah, nigga, haha
We know you told, nigga
I don't need to see that paperwork
Just know it's out there