If I can't touch yo soul then I should probably leave
(Yeah)
If I can't touch yo soul then I should probably leave
(Yeah)
If I can't touch yo soul then I should probably leave
(Yeah)
If I can't touch yo soul then I should probably leave
(Yeah)
Yeah look
Here lately I've been asking myself about success
And what's the truest form
In which that I think is the best
Do I want to be a local legend?
Or help the amount of lives
That'll get gold in my crown when I get to heaven
Probably the latter
But I been climbing and rhyming for all these scatter
Brain lil youngins who feel as if they on they own
And they ain't got no home
So they out here wildin' out of they dome
Ouu
It stings when it's the truth
But I do this for the boogers who feel as if they do not Have the couth
Don't let lil satan get a hold of yo confidence
Just keep on popping
While they stare in astonishment
If I can't touch yo soul then I should probably leave
(Huh)
If I can't touch yo soul then I should probably leave
(Huh)
I've been many things
But always on a mission
They been feening and scratching
For they Lil fixing
For a baby that go crazy on a silky beat
But he gave his life to the one
Who ask for hands and feet
Yeah
They been tweaking
Reaching for peace
They talking madness it's tragic I get on beats
They want to feel it
I told 'em I pop like skillets I know
They been realest
I told em I got to get it lets go