In My Soul

[Intro: Jae Skeese]

Uh, uh

Yo, check

[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]

I'm him now and niggas aware of it (They know now)

I'm from the bottom, Mom's house is dilapidated

The whole entire neighborhood is derelict (Uh-huh)

Was it poverty or carelessness?

They put the lowest class next to the projects

I always felt that shit was an experiment (Crazy)

Gotta watch yourself at bus stops, ain't no walkin' through it safely (Uh-uh)

I see niggas run all kind of game

Gamin' consoles, so it's impossible to break me (It's impossible)

Shit, the ladies think we five-foot-two and shady

They might lie with you and lie to you, it's crazy (It's crazy)

So likе barber shit, I keep my guard up

And drive-bys a thing of the past now, thеy doin' walk-ups (Bah)

It's corny, Buffalo and Marksburg, the hottest out of parkin'

Homie caught him lackin' while they parked up

And then they got they ass fucked up, look (Talk that talk)

Head on the swivel, they might try to give me early dismissal

Just off the fact I grinded hard and now my name is official

A peacekeeper, still I came with a pistol

It ain't a game, they fuck around and break your frame if you brittle

You gotta watch 'em, nigga (You gotta watch 'em)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Yeah, the days gettin' darker and the nights gettin' cold (Cold)

Gotta keep your head on the swivel and stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)

One hand on steering wheel, the other hand on my pole

'Cause these niggas want me gone, I can feel it in my soul

Yeah (I can feel it in my soul)

Switchin' up my stash 'cause they plottin' on my bag

I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it)

And see the paperwork but I just know that nigga told (Look)

I can feel it in my soul (Hahaha)

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

They call me "Hands-On Machine" 'cause I'ma do you myself

If a nigga thinkin' he puttin' his hands on The Machine

I get these Big Ghost beats and I dance on 'em with Skeese

And I manslaughter MCs, I'm advanced order

Sold coke to the gram snorters, my man caught up

He was a transporter of kis

Now he in the Feds until his granddaughter a teen

My hand up on my swang, need a—

When I'm puttin' my pants on, shit is mean

All these damn corners (Talk to 'em)

And I know these niggas hate to see

All these damn pointers that dance all on my sleeve (Boom)

But if niggas glance on us, we blam on 'em

Empty the can on 'em and breeze (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]

Yeah, the days gettin' darker and the nights gettin' cold (Cold)

Gotta keep your head on the swivel and stay on your toes (Stay on your toes)

One hand on steering wheel, the other hand on my pole (I got my pole)

'Cause these niggas want me gone, I can feel it in my soul

Yeah (These niggas want me gone, I know it)

Switchin' up my stash 'cause they plottin' on my bag

I can feel it in my soul (I can feel it)

And see the paperwork but I just know that nigga told

I can feel it in my soul (Hahaha)

[Outro: Conway the Machine]

Ha, yeah, nigga, haha

We know you told, nigga

I don't need to see that paperwork

Just know it's out there