On My Soul Lyrics – Meek Mill

Sitting in the Phantom, counting money in the sun
Everybody in my hood know I'm the one
Made it out the trenches, leave ten million for my son
They said it's the difference
It feel different how I come

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be going to the wars and I ain't putting up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, I got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothing that I, it ain't nothing that I can't hold
I'm getting everything I aimed for
I'm getting everything I aimed for
Bulletproof the Range Rove', Ni*gas be on angles
I done bought so many diamond chains, swear they get tangled
Promise any Ni*ga saying my name gone get mangled (Boom)

Same Ni*gas 'round me getting changed and they dangerous
Different colored riches in the pictures, Power Rangers
Come to fu*king these bi*ches and getting this cash
No, we ain't stainless
Two hundred on the dash
Been through the hood like I ain't famous
Sometimes I just be having to vent though, I ain't gone lie
A lot people still left here like
Everybody praying I don't go back
But it's like, what you want me to do?
And leave my people?
And I can't leave my people, got that eye of the eagle
My homie wanted the Bentley but he died in the Regal
And I ain't never sell no heroin, auntie died from the needle
If you my opp, my daddy dying to meet you
'Cause I know the feeling when you fu*ked up and you lit
And nobody want see you, but when you come up and you rich
Everybody believe you, they use me too, I got useless
Think that's how I got even
Put my life on the line and sacrifice for my people

Put it on my soul, I can put it on my soul
We be going to the wars and I ain't putting up my pole
That new Virgil and Dior, came through, l got it on
Put it on my soul, put it on my soul
Ain't nothing that I, it ain't nothing that I can't hold
I'm getting everything I aimed for

Yeah, I'm getting everything (Everything)
Bulletproof the Range Rove', donut the Durango
Crazy all the Sh*t that I obtain, I feel the same dose
My young Ni*ga died in the streets letting his flame go
And I think about it every night 'fore I sleep
It make my brain go
(Thinking about it every night when I sleep)
Got me cuddling with my Glock when I sleep
Can't let my flame go
(Got me cuddling with my Glock)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Put it on my soul