Soul Peak

Can I meet you on Soul Peak?

Can I meet you on Soul Peak?

Yeah, you're all that I need.

Yeah, you're all that I see.

Real professional when I'm spitting and quite foul.

Cut a nigga's head off his shoulders with my style.

Used to let it slide but I'm killing shit right now.

Niggas are my kids so I give a light pow.

Think twice before I slide on the mic, it might bend.

Insert all the niggas that ride on my trends.

Messages delivered, been years since I sent.

We gon' terrorize the city—I told you what I meant.

Think before you bite off my style, you might choke.

Late bloom, at least I got verses that I wrote.

Bitch, I'm writing Instagram captions just like quotes.

Swearing that I'm straight, but I like a woman that like both.

Now I eat good—before, I had me an object.

If I don't get a plate, I'll blow up your whole project.

The lingo nonsense, but it's creeping into your noggin.

Weak shoulders, long arms, and deep pockets.

She love a nigga blood—when she sucked the dick, I called her Dracula.

She got a pretty face, flip her over like a spatula.

I was intercity, intermittent—now I'm national.

Fuck your two cents, making money casual.

Bitch.

I'm making money on the casual.

I got out the spot, but there's still niggas going tactical.

Give me the top, but not the top from your mandible.

We got hammers in stock, but not the ones you'd call mechanical.

Can I meet you on Soul Peak?

Can I meet you on Soul Peak?

All that I need.

You're all that I need.

Can I meet you on Soul Peak?

Can I meet you on Soul Peak?

All that I need.

You're all that I… need.