Soul on the Streets - Lil B

Rich after taxes you feel me?

This shit crazy man a nigga perceived it all the way

My soul bleed on the streets

My soul bleed on the streets

My soul bleed on the streets

Yes

Basedworld gon' gas you

Got the dope in the attic, cut it then bag it

Like my little bruh said you gotta focus with passing

I got a whole lot of passion eating the fruits of Christ

Niggas done ran in my spot again, they leaving

I’m in East Oakland with my girl riding around and tweaking

Posted in apartments her and two brothers

Got the chopper nigga to hit the dice game just to watch him drop it

Her dad drinking all the beer, he talking bout his own year

Nobody knowing that I’m finna make my home there

Setting up shop on the block its my throne there

Lil Bars

Yeah, rich after taxes

My soul bleed on the streets

Yeah

Rich after taxes

Uh, its Lil Bars

Its the return

Uh, I’ll holla at you

I’m still duckin cause you know where them stakes staying at you

I pop back with the gat that’s not safe to handle

I grip the handle same way that you hold the candle

I think I’m bam-pshh closed, I steal the ammo

I hold the ammo battlefield, can I handle?

Shouts out to the soldiers, marines and the navy

Come save me, I’m at war and going crazy

Inner cities remind of me of

Remote locations, shady places I’m thinking about losing situations

But I’m- fuck it I’m steady through it, fuck em hating

Its Lil Bars yeah

Rich after taxes

My soul bleed on the streets

Uh, my soul… bleed on the…

Its Lil- my soul bleed on the streets

Rich after taxes its Lil Bars

Its Lil, yeah, uh, my soul, on the streets

Yes

Basedworld uh

Yes