Soul Keeper

You **** niggas better stand the **** up for your mother****in zone, you bitch
You aint stand up for what you doin, then nigga, what the **** you doin it for, **** nigga?
**** wrong with you, nigga?
And you gotta feed your family regardless, **** nigga
You know me, huh? (COUPE)
Yall niggas be talkin too much, I dont do that
You know whats up with me, nigga, yeah
EA them, haha, slime, SB, yeah, PDE
Run like a track meet, I chase you down, bitch nigga
How do I feel? Like hittin a stick, I might just kill a nigga (Yeah)
Kill him and his partner evidence, you know I spin, nigga (Yeah)
Get rid of rich niggas, yeah, I take shit, nigga (Uh-huh)
Never been a hater, I make money, Im a motivator
****in all these bitches cause they *** * with me cause I got paper
And exotic in my body, smokin on Miyagi (Ooh)
And Im choppin up this brick likе I do karate (Do karate)
I might trick a country boy and sell him clеan, nigga, I got it (Nigga, I got it)
So much baking soda in that shit, you know I love the profit (Yeah, yeah)
And I like to stack up all this shit and add it up, I got it (Yeah, I got it)
Two months, bitch, I just made bout five hundred thousand (Five hundred thousand)
Thats just off features, bitch, now dont think we is equal (We not equal)
I just made bout one-fifty off of reefer (Yeah)
And I smoke it, Im a chiefer (Yeah)
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people (Yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money, you know I am evil (Uh-huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers (Uh-huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer (Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that mother****er we not beefin, you know how we eatin (How we eatin)
I dont like to beef with pussy niggas if I aint got no reason (Got no reason)
Shoot you in your heart, no cock-back, pussy nigga, know I squeeze it (Uh-uh)
I dont need no backup, thirty round, yes, I do keep it (Do keep it)
Take me a deep breath, exhale, start squeezin (Baow)
Shoot that mother****er til I see that nigga not breathin
And I put on stunna frames so these niggas cannot see me (Yeah)
Sit behind this black tint, black stick get to squeezin (Yeah)
Thinkin bout some crazy shit, take somethin, nigga, know we beefin
Nigga took somethin from me, dawg, its smoke, nigga, at Four Season
Shout out to the Hamp, they the only gang I know that squeezed it
We were beefin for no reason
They went down the street, we like, '**** that shit, lets get to squeezin'
Now we strike the beef, we eatin
And I **** with a couple real Crip niggas from Four Season
And my dawgs, they passed on Boulevard, gang out for no reason
And we from the Eastside and we handle straps, you better believe it
Thirty on us,nigga can see
Throw this shit up, big-ass B
Throwin up the pyramid
You know where Im from, Im PDE
Til the day I D-I-E, you niggas cannot **** with me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I got your bitch, she on my T-I-P (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Rubber on, no Eazy E (Damn)
Bitches know its M-O-E (What? )
I aint stuntin no M-O-B
Money over everything when this shit come to me
I just made bout one-fifty off of reefer (Yeah)
And I smoke it, Im a chiefer (Yeah )
And I put my army on a lick, gotta feed my people (Yeah, yeah)
When it come to that money, you know I am evil (Uh-huh)
Stick talk, the grim reaper (Stick talk)
Sweep you off your feet, I like that street sweeper (Street sweeper)
In your dreams with MAC-90s, jeepers creepers (Uh-huh)
Smoke your ass just like this reefer (Smoke you)
9-1-1, he tryna call them people, popped at all his people
Showed that mother****er we not beefin, you know how we eatin (How we eatin)
I dont like to beef with pussy niggas if I aint got no reason (Got no reason)