Bussdown Your Soul

Fuck what you know
Drop tops and hoes
Ice out your chain but can’t
Bust down your soul
You can’t bust down your soul
Lost out on money with love
They call me Emotional Cuh
Numbing the pain with the drugs
Back on the East Side! (rag top)
Gun shots (pah pah)
On live
Fuck all these niggas and they fake lives
No face no case on life (drop top)
Pull up on the homies on that old shit
Fucking politics and bitches till the mo’ning
You ain’t got your point on you ain’t all in
She said
Fuck what you know
Drop tops and hoes
Ice out your chain but can’t
Bust down your soul
You can’t bust down your soul
Cortez’s at the funerals
Gunpowder in the cuticles
We out here as usual
Standing on the frontline
Throwing shit up
Caught slipping outside the tam’s when they dumped
Mo had to shoot back like (burum da bum bum)
Bought a new chain cuz the flock went up
Shawty look at me like nigga you dumb
Fuck what you know
Drop tops and hoes
Ice out your chain but can’t
Bust down your soul
You can’t bust down your soul
Yeah!
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can’t keep em closed tonight
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can’t keep em closed tonight
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can’t keep em closed tonight
I got stardust in my eyes
And I can’t keep em closed tonight
Running down Rosecreans
Long Beach boulevard
On the East Side
Cruising down Bullis
With a ski mask on
I be in a fast car
Riding in a stolen whip
Yeah