Ol Man Soul

[Intro] Rich.As.In.Spirit You got to understand where I'm coming from To know where I've been You get it? Just listen [Hook] I got an ol man soul Feel like I done lived This life before Got pulled from my plug Like Life-support My knees hurt, yea That's what shooting dice Will do Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe I like 'em new Talkin' 'bout bitches, nigga Life is cool Trying to get richer nigga And I didn't even wanna kill 'em So I pistol whipped him And I don't even want to hit her Unless she into me [Verse 1] Not into me I just want a bad lil Philly bitch Who ready to roll out (Damn) I just fucking killed this shit I'm wanted for murder cause a nigga Just showed out Every beat I'm on I go crazy Like a straitjacket Boy I'm crazy (whoo) Pulled up on them niggas That was hating And the looks on their faces Had them niggas like (oooohhh) I don't even really wanna say shit I just gotta play it how it go, you get it? The other nigga he just with the basic I just wanna turn ya, show ya how it go Flipping it, Whipping it,Get it, Get it I just wanna show you, digits, digits Seven numbers are different from six digits (hmph) That's a millionaire status Billionaire status where I'm trying to be at Next year Done counted a whole lot of money I can't even fucking feel My hands no mo [Bridge] Arthritis got me fucked up I'on know how I lucked up Mama told us never suffer I remember we didn't have no supper I'm rich as in spirit Rich as in digits Rich, yea I got a whole lot of money Nigga ya'll fear me If you don't you's a broke nigga I fear ya [Hook] [Verse 2] I told her bring a friend And I don't wanna hit 'em Unless she send 'em in Trying hit some new shit I want a set of twins Still on my bucket list Gotta get me a Benz I don't want that musty bitch I wanna hit her friend And I grant these bitches wishes, Rumpelstiltskin And I keep that lil hoe running, like a field pig I leave my hat on while I fuck her,like a Pilgrim Plus I gotta kill 'em Gotta keep these young niggas dreamin' (huh) I wear my heart on my shoulders So I walk around this mother fucker sleeveless They was sleeping on my bars at first Get a mattress for them boys Temper-pedic I'm just trying to go and do shows hoe overseas I got two boys who look up to me And one who want to be me And I'm still moving bass out the trunk, no speakers My trunks caught a Ace, play a King, I'd beat ya The pump make him jump, you a lame, Ima keep it Them meats sweet, Swear to God Ima eat you I don't wanna call lil shawty unless I need it She gon' leave 'em knocking Ima leave that pussy bleeding (hmph, hmph) I swear, she gone ride this dick We gone need some mo legs on the chair She gone fuck around, and might break it Hope this dick she can take it If she can't ima be so upset with her, her, her And it don't take pain for me to make that lil thing Squirt, irt,irt I gotta Ol Man Soul Nigga can't you tell? Geeked up like Streets say rob the player Chicken just came home nigga life is hell You get a second chance at everything (Quan talk to 'em) [Hook]