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Meek Mill – On My Soul Lyrics

On My Soul Lyrics Meek Mill

Sittin’ in the Phantom, countin’ money in the sun
Everybody in my hood know I’m the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it’s the difference, it feel different how I come

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We can be goin’ to the wars and I ain’t puttin’ on my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, can be all I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain’t nothin’ that I, it ain’t nothin’ that I can’t hold again
Everything, I ain’t fold
I’m gettin’ everything, I ain’t fold
Bullet proof the Range Rove’, niggas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains, swear they get tangled
Promise any nigga sayin’ my name gon’ get mangled (Boom)

Same niggas ’round me gettin’ changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the bitches, Power Rangers
Come to fuckin’ these bitches and gettin’ this cash, no, we ain’t stainless
Two-hundred on the dash, been through the hood like I ain’t famous
Sometimes I just be havin’ to vent though, I ain’t gon’ lie
I got people still left here like
Everybody play, don’t go back but it’s like “What you want me to do?”
And leave my people
And I can’t leave my people, God, that’d be evil
My homie wanted the Bentley but he died in the [?]
And I ain’t never sell no heroin [?] cheap [?] needle
If you my opp, my daddy dyin’ to meet you
Said no to feelin’ when you fucked up and you lit
And nobody wan’ see you but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that’s how I got even
Throwin’ life on the line to sacrifice for my people

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We can be goin’ to the wars and I ain’t puttin’ on my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, can be all I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain’t nothin’ that I, it ain’t nothin’ that I can’t hold again
Everything, I ain’t fold
Yeah, I’m gettin’ everything (Everything)
Bullet proof the Range Rove’, donut the Durango

Crazy all the shit that I obtain, I feel the same dose
My young nigga died in the streets lettin’ his flame go
And I think about it every night ‘fore I sleep, it make my brain go
(Think about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddlin’ with my Glock when I sleep, can’t let my flame go
(Got me cuddlin’ with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul