Alumnye - SoulfulJoints Lyrics

Try me, and I'll show you
How it really, really feels when someone really, really, really loves you
These flows gon' get you high like any day or any time
Any blunt rolled or when I write a rhyme I murder tracks
I'm committing crimes like C-R-I-M-E
I'm committed to the beat, deep pockets on the boy
Stuff the racks up in the jeans, I be sippin' on the tea
While I'm smokin' on the reef, barricaded' in this life
Color vision like coral, tell that bitch give me oral
Pimpin' divin' in the P, like I'm divin' in the sea
Big pimpin' when I'm out on the streets
Spendin' laps around babies on fools
Conway on the feat, like Gibbs on a son of a G
Better never O.D., f*ck with you O.G
But now I gotta get in me, gotta get up in my bag
Capture money like the flag, ass out in front of me
No sag, all-star Paul jag
Smoked out, choked out, I swang
You don't belong in the swag, you were just present to brag
You not really in the lab, claimin' what you never had
My shit be on point, want the swag, I anoint
Chill out on a boy, kick back, relax
Nothin' but a soulful joint, uh
And now you say, you're through with love
Oh, can't you see, I'm just as lonely
Tat your bars on my feet because I'm steppin' on them
Chemists callin' me for all the syrup
Cause these people coughin', keep joggin
So these peeps know I ain't sleepin' on them
Reap the benefits from speakin', bitch, I beat exhaustion
Wrist is clean, I need a speaker for your misdemeanor
Call me misdemeanor, two bitches and I be hittin' either
Talkin' to the beat and my words be standin' strong
Second guessin' who the best, like the first answer wrong
Go dance to the song on both hands in my arms
I fire up the alarm when I knew you wasn't harmed
That's your problem, you don't need these hopeless points
Cause when she suckin' out the soul, I'm smokin' on soulful joints, bruh
Oh, now you're saying, you're through with love
Oh, can't you see, I'm just as lonely
Uh, I step into this game with some knowledge
And a new name to claim, I ain't doin' this thing plain
I fly in my domain, wind choppin' up like lo mein
And my tank is gas, all the propane gettin' gold like my head
Supersayan, livin' life in the fast lane
Rappers go harder when they pockets on the fast, I'm goin' bullet train
When they get money, they lose their soul, they act, they turn insane
Now for me, though yall go athlete for first year, but ain't a rope
I'm movin' straight where they can't take a look
I get that check, my board's so plain, ain't get to pay me
Roll for trade, rap ain't what make it spin
The show just can't move, so just cut the rope
It, turns loose with false hope, see my goal
Need no scope, no end goal, no end point
Toss my coin, just a soulful joint
Oh, now you're saying, you're through with love