Testi On My Soul - Meek Mill

On My Soul

Sittin' in the Phantom, countin' money in the sun\nEverybody in my hood know I’m the one\nMade it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son\nThey said it’s a difference, it feel different how I come\nPut it on my soul, I can put it on my soul\nWe can be goin' to the wars and I ain’t puttin' on my pole\nThat new Virgil and Dior, can be all I got it on\nPut it on my soul, put it on my soul\nAin’t nothin' that I, it ain’t nothin' that I can’t hold again\nEverything, I ain’t fold\nI’m gettin' everything, I ain’t fold\nBullet proof the Range Rove', niggas be on angles\nI done bought so many diamond chains, swear they get tangled\nPromise any nigga sayin' my name gon' get mangled (Boom)\nSame niggas 'round me gettin' changed and they dangerous\nDifferent colored riches in the bitches, Power Rangers\nCome to fuckin' these bitches and gettin' this cash, no, we ain’t stainless\nTwo-hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain’t famous\nSometimes I just be havin' to vent though, I ain’t gon' lie\nI got people still left here like\nEverybody play, don’t go back but it’s like «What you want me to do?»\nAnd leave my people\nAnd I can’t leave my people, God, that’d be evil\nMy homie wanted the Bentley but he died in the\nAnd I ain’t never sell no heroin cheap needle\nIf you my opp, my daddy dyin' to meet you\nSaid no to feelin' when you fucked up and you lit\nAnd nobody wan' see you but when you come up and you rich\nEverybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless\nThink that’s how I got even\nThrowin' life on the line to sacrifice for my people\nPut it on my soul, I can put it on my soul\nWe can be goin' to the wars and I ain’t puttin' on my pole\nThat new Virgil and Dior, can be all I got it on\nPut it on my soul, put it on my soul\nAin’t nothin' that I, it ain’t nothin' that I can’t hold again\nEverything, I ain’t fold\nYeah, I’m gettin' everything (Everything)\nBullet proof the Range Rove', donut the Durango\nCrazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same dose\nMy young nigga died in the streets lettin' his flame go\nAnd I think about it every night 'fore I sleep, it make my brain go\n(Think about it every night when I sleep)\nGot me cuddlin' with my Glock when I sleep, can’t let my flame go\n(Got me cuddlin' with my Glock)\nWoah, woah, woah, woah\nPut it on my soul