Pierre Giovanni - Their Souls Aren't Alive Lyrics

This the book of Giovanni
Imma sinner n***a
N***as sell they souls
For a f*ckin' cooperate dinner
Man you N***as are sons
Im the bread winner
Man you N***as are my bitches
I'm the bread winner
Man you N***as over saturated
Ain't no filler
I'm going Rambo On you N***as
Aint no Bryson Tiller
N***as crying bout don't push me
Ain't no f*cking killers
N***as pushed me to my limit
Ain't no Percy Miller
No more free features N***a bouta monetize
Young N***a bouta start his own enterprised
Young independent N***a
F*ck these bitches N***as
Lil bitch pop the pussy for a N***as twice
I Need a priest for my ass
Im the patrogiest
Need a N***a for a feature gotta up the price
Stack up this money
Bitches trynna hit my line
Getting to this cheese
Nigga get the papa john

Im that N***a
Im that N***a
I'm the f*cking N***a
Get to these bands
Counting up these father figures
Never had a dad, Never had a father figure
Never had a dad, Never had a father N***as
N***as too weak
Ain't talking 14 days, Subtract by 1
You already known it my N***a
I'm Jason Vorhees
On a Friday lil N***a
I give Freddy his nightmares
Ain't no Elm street N***a
Ain't whips, Ain't chains, Ain't no slavery N***a
Im not signing no paper
If the deal ain't right
N***as sign
For 20k and a chain right
Ain't no backing when it fails
Thats some shit right
These N***as giving up they masters
Now now they soul gone
These N***as sign they life away
Now they soul gone
These N***as thirsty ain't reading shit
The soul gone
And Now regret at the end
Cause they soul gone