Soul - Cam Meekins, Michael Christmas

One of the illest to ever do it, my attitude is high like my latitude,

like the swag of a catholic dude

And I’m pure, more than what’s meeting the eye, and I’m raw like a cheeseburger,

pizza, and fries

The diet of a struggling artist, and nah my hunger never will tarnish

I clear my throat and it’s back to bombardment, when I attack, it’s a rap,

like a Christmas gift

Why do you rap is it only to get bitches' dick?

I ain’t concerned with the problems facing our generation, just lay back roll a

spliff, try to stay meditated

I’m elevated, like American Airlines and bankrupt, they wanna know about the

government they stay corrupt

And I ain’t made a dollar yet, but I got to pay taxes on what I already spent