Meek Mill - On My Soul Lyrics

Sittin' in the Phantom, countin' money under the sun
Everybody in my hood know I'm the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it's the difference, it feel different how I come

Put it on my soul, I could put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
I'm gettin' everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains that they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (boom)

Same niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to f*ckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain't stainless
Two hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain't famous
Sometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain't gon' lie
A lot of people still left here like
Everybody prayin' I don't go back, but it's like, what you want me to do?
Leave my people?
And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted a Bentley but he died in a Regal
And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you
'Cause I know the feelin' when you f*cked up and you lit
And nobody wan' see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that's how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be goin' to the awards and I ain't puttin' up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothin' that I, it ain't nothin' that I can't hold
Gettin' everything I aimed for

Yeah, I'm gettin' everything (everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango
Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same though
It's my young nigga, died in the streets lettin' his flame go
And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Thinkin' about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can't let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul