London Lorin - On My Soul Lyrics

Young London (Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Damn right yeah you know, I wanna be free (Yeah, yeah)
(Whoa, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, whoa)
I been gettin paper, I know why they hatin
I know why these n***** they always hate on me
I'm getting money, they know how I'm coming
I know why these n***** they always hate on me (Woo)
On my soul, I can't let these n***** play me on my soul
That's on my soul
On my soul, these n***** iffy so you know I keep a pole
I keep a pole
On my soul, I'm bout my money so you know I get that dough
I get that dough
On my soul, I can't let these n***** play me on my soul
That's on my soul
All my n***** they was known for the trappin (Aye)
And all my n***** they was known for the clappin (Aye)
I'm just a young n**** tryna make it in this rappin (Aye)
I can't let, nun of these n***** put me in a casket (Aye)
I gotta do better, tryna stack me some cheddar
I might just pull out them racks today, so I can change up the weather
These n***** dyin everyday, I'm tryna make this shit better
But they gotta want it for they self
I trust my n***** I cant f*ck with nobody else
I got hoes, they tryna hold me down
I just wanna live right now, I don't give a f*ck right now
I gotta stay ten toes on my own, cause I know it ain't real
I gotta worry bout myself, f*ck how a n**** feel
On my soul, I can't let these n***** play me on my soul
That's on my soul
On my soul, these n***** iffy so you know I keep a pole
I keep a pole
On my soul, I'm bout my money so you know I get that dough
I get that dough
On my soul, I can't let these n***** play me on my soul
That's on my soul
Who can I trust right now, if the shit get bad (Aye)
How can I feed the world, if n***** bite the hand (Aye)
I put my trust in them, and they just stab my back (Oh, whoa)
They think a n**** green bean, but I can't go like that
I can't trust them (Trust them)
I keep them diamonds, looking exotic like a circus (Whoa)
I gotta watch my back, cause I know these n***** be lurkin (Whoa)
I cannot let these n***** trick me off the streets
I want that bag my n**** I'm just tryna eat
And I can't trust these hoes at all, these n***** don't wanna see you ball
And I'm just tryna make it, I can't let these n***** play me
I'ma get straight to the money on my soul
Can't trust nobody, they envy gotta let em go
On my soul, I can't let these n***** play me on my soul
That's on my soul
On my soul, these n***** iffy so you know I keep a pole
I keep a pole
On my soul, I'm bout my money so you know I get that dough
I get that dough
On my soul, I can't let these n***** play me on my soul
That's on my soul