Текст песни Soul - Ryan Blades

I came a long way from just sitting out on a stoop
In case it goes down, mutual place to re-group
I was thinking four door but I'm sort of feeling the coupe
The way my aura glow it had shorty stuck in a loop
We the opposite of Snoop, most my people wearing red
We ain't tryna go to jail and we daring to be dead
I heard you covered the case, you covered being a fed
Joe Budden said I was nice, that shit went straight to my head
Regardless of what was said, we come together we can break a leg
Together we can bargain but separately we will beg
I'm only drinking white wine, never drank from a keg
Heard Thee Stallion is 5'9? I can handle a Meg
Ain't no pocket watching, jealousy or hating where I'm from
I'll just deck you in the face cause Jamaican is in my blood
Don't take your talent for granted, guaranteed you will lose it
It's all set and done I'll be the illest to do it

Where I'm at in my career I be setting up newer goals
I might want the Rollie, but ain't worried bout newer clothes
My real estate homie preaches property and land
Diversify our equity to properly expand
I'm just tryna get this money, mind my business, drink my water
Assets and liquidity passing it to my daughter
Take my businesses, go expand it, make it broader
In 25 years I'll be proud about what I taught her
And poor is a mentality, definitely not the broke type
Women say I'm very good looking, they think the flow nice
If everybody's going left guaranteed I'mma go right
Y'all going to a party? I'm going home I'mma go write
Because I ain't tryna get by, I want another cheque
Group of women, when I walk by they get the rubberneck
Sponsoring a leach and enablers, yeah it comes with debt
I love to work but I love to rest, I'm conflicted

Can the church say Amen?
Can the church say Amen?

I'm about to bring three verses back
Rappers getting lazy, doing two, reimburse us back
1:20 second songs, homie what's the purpose? Rap!
Oh you play that streaming game? Yeah I see that surface crap
Ryan Blades I keep the baddest chick, call her money, she looking straight cash
Other women see her they rush to go buy the fake ass
Franklin Saint with the cane, nothing can stop ambition
But never rocked in kitchens, I barely had pots to piss in