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Soul On The StreetsRich after taxes you feel me?This shit crazy man a nigga perceived it all the way My soul bleed on the streets My soul bleed on the streets My soul bleed on the streets Yes Basedworld gon' gas you Got the dope in the attic, cut it then bag it Like my little bruh said you gotta focus with passing I got a whole lot of passion eating the fruits of Christ Niggas done ran in my spot again, they leaving I'm in East Oakland with my girl riding around and tweaking Posted in apartments her and two brothers Got the chopper nigga to hit the dice game just to watch him drop it Her dad drinking all the beer, he talking bout his own year Nobody knowing that I'm finna make my home there Setting up shop on the block its my throne there Lil Bars Yeah, rich after taxes My soul bleed on the streets Yeah Rich after taxes Uh, its Lil Bars Its the return Uh, I'll holla at you I'm still duckin cause you know where them stakes staying at you I pop back with the gat that's not safe to handle I grip the handle same way that you hold the candle I think I'm bam-pshh closed, I steal the ammo I hold the ammo battlefield, can I handle? Shouts out to the soldiers, marines and the navy Come save me, I'm at war and going crazy Inner cities remind of me of Remote locations, shady places I'm thinking about losing situations But I'm- fuck it I'm steady through it, fuck em hating Its Lil Bars yeah Rich after taxes My soul bleed on the streets Uh, my soul... bleed on the... Its Lil- my soul bleed on the streets Rich after taxes its Lil Bars Its Lil, yeah, uh, my soul, on the streets Yes Basedworld uh Yes |