Soul is Mine

If you’re on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them man, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys (Ghosty)
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I’ll take your life, your soul is mine
If you’re on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them man, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I’ll take your life, your soul is-
Buck into-buck into me with my Rambz
I’m carvin' the number six in your chest
Kill him and take his soul
Then watch his family put him to rest
Hit the kitchen and whip grub
The nittys say it’s the best
Jump off peds, leave holes in lungs
Let him take his last breath
Long sword down my track bottoms for *** and his friends
All the mandem are trapped up
And we’re trapped up until death
Spin ting on my left
On my right side there’s a 'chetes
(Diss the 6, are you nuts?
Diss the 6, you meet death)
Us man are mad about bands
Go Kenny just to lick shots
They sit in their rooms and bash
That’s why none of us get-got
I take their soul, leave mums all sad
Then wrap up the food, man bundle that
Exit wounds, leave holes in backs
Man still get whacked for the vocal chat
Rip out his flesh, expose his back
Or bore up his neck, leave throats all black
None of my guys been touched, we’re glad
But none of my guys been touched, you’re sad
The devil’s the reason I’m so tapped
'Cause I wash my sould with goats and blood
(Catch an opp, I’m takin' his soul and cash
Why the fuck would the mandem throw that?)
If I stain your shit, I’m holdin' that
Lightskin bitch love holdin' waps
And my Bromley ting loves holdin' packs
If you don’t lock that then you’re gon' get whacked
Bore him up, turn him blue
He’s screamin', «What did I do?»
But deep down he definitely knew
Shove my yank in like a foot in a shoe
Back the handting, leave him on the news
Pray to the devil I left no clues
Pray to the devil I left no clues
Show him the metal and take his food
I ain’t tryna be broke like you
Man trap, stack and save with my goons
Cock it back and put it to use
If you’re on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them man, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I’ll take your life, your soul is mine
If you’re on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them man, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I’ll take your life, your soul is mine
Anytime I’m sittin' on block
I’m makin' bread not movin' my arse
But you cannot relate
See, yutes like you get paid
You stunt online then get stained
No way, I cannot relate
How can you diss man now you neek
You’re gassed, that weed is hittin' your brain
You’re insane
Don’t go on like you’re a bad man
You done no drills and no one’s been shaved
It’s voodoo livin', juju dippings
I always buss my case
Just bell up my big bro Blaze
And pray to Oya for the fuckin' change
Diss me and your life’s at stake
I got big boy guns and big boy blades
Juice your face and lick my blade
I’m psycho, tapped in the brain
Go and ask ***, man put it in twice
I left him soaked and it weren’t by rain
I done bucked up *** in Bexleyheath
He shouldn’t have had no blade
When I spit, man speak on facts
These man don’t ride, this beef is lame
You’re linked with all these gangs
And still get bullied, what a shame
I’m a demon that shouldn’t been born with
How many paigons I leave in the floor?
I’m in the field, don’t mad me
It’s kill or be killed where I’m from, no law
Why you think I soaked up ***'s spine
I fetched his soul with my Samurai sword
I bleached that blade and moved that quick
Cah them man there love speak to the law
Everyone 'round me is from hell
It’s devilish thoughts, no thoughts of a cell
It’s no remorse when we ride out
We’re snatchin' souls and blastin' bells
(Lucifer, an angel that fell
It’s no regret when I turn you pale)
(If you’re on me, come buck me-)
If you’re on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them man, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I’ll take your life, your soul is mine
If you’re on me, come buck me live
You talk like you want my guts
So spill them man, little man, come try
You say that you got your guys
But not once have I seen you ride
Dumb little guys with lies
Soon get dug by my Rambo knife
I’ll take your life, your soul is mine