Souldier 19 (The Warm Up) - Asoh Black!, Ish

Feeling like the weight of every world is on my shoulders

God knows I don’t what he’s cooking

I just hope it makes me bolder

Cause this stoner rocks the mic until the coward takes over

See outside I see these battles but inside I lack my souldiers

But these are sober thoughts

Look ma, no greens

Yet these eyes still pop like the vision needed visine

I’ve seen, dead dreams in my sleep

Scary moments when my third eye blinks

Strong minded

Still I get afraid

Hoping that the vision’s worth walking on these flames

Plus I got a heart up in my hand

That I really didn’t plan

Cause I hate relationships

But I’d love to be your man

My shorty told me E you a real ass nigga

Most these rappers out here probably do it for the figures

So I figured, that you do it for the dollars and the dimes

Not to put the whole FAM on your back

An athlete nowhere near his prime I’m still trynna find myself

I dread the days where rapping revenues define my wealth

Cause I been rich since the days my momma wouldn’t buy me Jordan

Now these mics the reason I could afford em

Couldn’t call her, busy tourin

This shit’s deeper than the flow you just can’t see

19, really trynna put on for these Brooklyn streets

But my parents thesis

Don’t include my exponential increases in lyricism

I ain’t tripping, know there’s different types of wisdom

Hope this EP help you see me

And it validates the mission

Cause the road is so much clearer when you multiply the vision

Aye, the warm up

One verse at a time

Understand imma free all minds

Motherfucker this the warm up