SOULSELLER

Intro:
Seven sword horde
Go get the narcan this shit's way too strong
Yeah

Verse:
How the fuck you call yourself a rapper you ain’t even really spit
You was cappin bout your smoking half your life ain’t even legit
Posted on your block, had to claim the fifth
Moved yo mamas pills, was only hangin for the scripts
I was smoking makin hits but i still serve it on the low
Red eyes cause i’m stoned i could never cry over no hoe
Posted in the cut with some cutters n all my bros
Put a bomb up in the bumper n vanish off in the smoke
You’d still be nothin without me, that's on my kin
I’m really outside of your residence, really committing these sins
Finna tell my boys to pop out cause we know right where he live
From the way the ladies speak of him hope he ain’t havin kids
Yeah i been busy stackin bread up bet you still up in that basement
Posting with my bitch i know you jealous on the low
I swear to god if you get spotted you gon end up on the pavement
Got a contract with the reaper i been sellin him some souls

Outro:
Yeah