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Fresh SouL - Alla Dat Lyrics



Fresh SouL - Alla Dat Lyrics




Came up on mafia music I'll drop you off in the desert
I aint even posed to be here tonight gotta be careful
All the battles I survived bro I gotta be special
No time to play with nobody I take it straight where it's headed
No time to play with nobody look at all these killers around me
No time to play with nobody all of these voices inside me
We only hunt when it's essential but the snatching a hobby
Need like 10 racks in the Rarri' blowing the glue in Bugatti
That was bro there just call me he say he spooked him
He shot him he say he ran but he got em
He tossed the scrap now he outty bust two rights cut the lobby
His victim probably on IV he crickin crackin his phone
First 48 gone have to find him we keep them big guns round us
But don't bother nobody and I got the same heart
When I'm by myself just try me float like Tyson need paper like Floyd them
Hideous beginnings this new view is gorgeous he be talking that gangsta talk
But can't perform it me see I take the hate and I absorb it
Came up in the drought now money clouds is pouring stand out like a sore thumb round my peers
Like a orphan I took all the misfortune and I turned it to a fortune
The night they came to get me I thought I would be a corpse them Florida back zombie
Raised in the country told ya OG you shouldn't have came playing in the first place

No I aint with no drama that interfere with my money
But you get your issue if you out here playing though
It's a couple principles out here I stand on
No I don't want no problems I got fresh in designer
Don't get it twisted I still got that blam on me
Bet not come half stepping if you plan on it

Oh-wee Oh-wee he kinda tall shoot at the knees
We'll knock him off eye level now now paint the wall
The thunder growls when demons fall we dumb it down
Still beat the law don't go to church still thank the Lord
I was down at my worst the timing was perfect kinda got on my nerves
All of the people I aint heard from never throw shade on tracks
We talked about it in person he talking big to his dog told me another version
I feel the vibe in the air I can tell he nervous
Hands in his pocket head down I can tell he hurting
They want to be on every scene but me I'm steady working
They follow trends on everything but I'm steady swerving
Hit you from across the room and leave you soul searching
I make sure it's over quick bro no worries

Took over the world wrote the fam on it
I came from the bottom pop the chek soda
Came up round the yoda used to have a weird odor
Hit the block catch a swang meet the daily quota
I had to think about it though bro I'm too smart for that
I can't just follow what they do I aint no copy cat
They get jammed and lose it all don't want no parts of that
Push to come to shove I lay you down bro I need all of that
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Came up on mafia music I'll drop you off in the desert
I aint even posed to be here tonight gotta be careful
All the battles I survived bro I gotta be special
No time to play with nobody I take it straight where it's headed
No time to play with nobody look at all these killers around me
No time to play with nobody all of these voices inside me
We only hunt when it's essential but the snatching a hobby
Need like 10 racks in the Rarri' blowing the glue in Bugatti
That was bro there just call me he say he spooked him
He shot him he say he ran but he got em
He tossed the scrap now he outty bust two rights cut the lobby
His victim probably on IV he crickin crackin his phone
First 48 gone have to find him we keep them big guns round us
But don't bother nobody and I got the same heart
When I'm by myself just try me float like Tyson need paper like Floyd them
Hideous beginnings this new view is gorgeous he be talking that gangsta talk
But can't perform it me see I take the hate and I absorb it
Came up in the drought now money clouds is pouring stand out like a sore thumb round my peers
Like a orphan I took all the misfortune and I turned it to a fortune
The night they came to get me I thought I would be a corpse them Florida back zombie
Raised in the country told ya OG you shouldn't have came playing in the first place

No I aint with no drama that interfere with my money
But you get your issue if you out here playing though
It's a couple principles out here I stand on
No I don't want no problems I got fresh in designer
Don't get it twisted I still got that blam on me
Bet not come half stepping if you plan on it

Oh-wee Oh-wee he kinda tall shoot at the knees
We'll knock him off eye level now now paint the wall
The thunder growls when demons fall we dumb it down
Still beat the law don't go to church still thank the Lord
I was down at my worst the timing was perfect kinda got on my nerves
All of the people I aint heard from never throw shade on tracks
We talked about it in person he talking big to his dog told me another version
I feel the vibe in the air I can tell he nervous
Hands in his pocket head down I can tell he hurting
They want to be on every scene but me I'm steady working
They follow trends on everything but I'm steady swerving
Hit you from across the room and leave you soul searching
I make sure it's over quick bro no worries

Took over the world wrote the fam on it
I came from the bottom pop the chek soda
Came up round the yoda used to have a weird odor
Hit the block catch a swang meet the daily quota
I had to think about it though bro I'm too smart for that
I can't just follow what they do I aint no copy cat
They get jammed and lose it all don't want no parts of that
Push to come to shove I lay you down bro I need all of that
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Writer: Jonathan Streeter
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Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Jonathan Streeter

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