Ol' Man Soul - Rich Homie Quan

Rich.As.In.Spirit

You got to understand where

I’m coming from

To know where I’ve been

You get it?

Just listen

I got an ol man soul

Feel like I done lived

This life before

Got pulled from my plug

Like Life-support

My knees hurt, yea

That’s what shooting dice

Will do

Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe

I like 'em new

Talkin' 'bout bitches, nigga

Life is cool

Trying to get richer nigga

And I didn’t even wanna kill 'em

So I pistol whipped him

And I don’t even want to hit her

Unless she into me

Not into me

I just want a bad lil Philly bitch

Who ready to roll out (Damn)

I just fucking killed this shit

I’m wanted for murder cause a nigga

Just showed out

Every beat I’m on I go crazy

Like a straitjacket

Boy I’m crazy (whoo)

Pulled up on them niggas

That was hating

And the looks on their faces

Had them niggas like (oooohhh)

I don’t even really wanna say shit

I just gotta play it how it go, you get it?

The other nigga he just with the basic

I just wanna turn ya, show ya how it go

Flipping it, Whipping it, Get it, Get it

I just wanna show you, digits, digits

Seven numbers are different from six digits (hmph)

That’s a millionaire status

Billionaire status where I’m trying to be at

Next year

Done counted a whole lot of money

I can’t even fucking feel

My hands no mo

Arthritis got me fucked up

I’on know how I lucked up

Mama told us never suffer

I remember we didn’t have no supper

I’m rich as in spirit

Rich as in digits

Rich, yea I got a whole lot of money

Nigga ya’ll fear me

If you don’t you’s a broke nigga

I fear ya

I got an ol man soul

Feel like I done lived

This life before

Got pulled from my plug

Like Life-support

My knees hurt, yea

That’s what shooting dice

Will do

Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe

I like 'em new

Talkin' 'bout bitches, nigga

Life is cool

Trying to get richer nigga

And I didn’t even wanna kill 'em

So I pistol whipped him

And I don’t even want to hit her

Unless she into me

I told her bring a friend

And I don’t wanna hit 'em

Unless she send 'em in

Trying hit some new shit

I want a set of twins

Still on my bucket list

Gotta get me a Benz

I don’t want that musty bitch

I wanna hit her friend

And I grant these bitches wishes, Rumpelstiltskin

And I keep that lil hoe running, like a field pig

I leave my hat on while I fuck her, like a Pilgrim

Plus I gotta kill 'em

Gotta keep these young niggas dreamin' (huh)

I wear my heart on my shoulders

So I walk around this mother fucker sleeveless

They was sleeping on my bars at first

Get a mattress for them boys Temper-pedic

I’m just trying to go and do shows hoe overseas

I got two boys who look up to me

And one who want to be me

And I’m still moving bass out the trunk, no speakers

My trunks caught a Ace, play a King, I’d beat ya

The pump make him jump, you a lame, Ima keep it

Them meats sweet, Swear to God Ima eat you

I don’t wanna call lil shawty unless I need it

She gon' leave 'em knocking

Ima leave that pussy bleeding (hmph, hmph)

I swear, she gone ride this dick

We gone need some mo legs on the chair

She gone fuck around, and might break it

Hope this dick she can take it

If she can’t ima be so upset with her, her, her

And it don’t take pain for me to make that lil thing

Squirt, irt, irt

I gotta Ol Man Soul

Nigga can’t you tell?

Geeked up like Streets say rob the player

Chicken just came home nigga life is hell

You get a second chance at everything (Quan talk to 'em)

I got an ol man soul

Feel like I done lived

This life before

Got pulled from my plug

Like Life-support

My knees hurt, yea

That’s what shooting dice

Will do

Matte black on a 92, Viper Coupe

I like 'em new

Talkin' 'bout bitches, nigga

Life is cool

Trying to get richer nigga

And I didn’t even wanna kill 'em

So I pistol whipped him

And I don’t even want to hit her

Unless she into me