Lucky, you already know, you know where these boys got their style from, man Better go check my catalog, man One more time in the MNO, ain't no doubt wanna kick my flow I brought some to the house I'm cold, I came up back my soul One more time in the MNO, ain't no doubt wanna kick my flow I brought some to the house I'm cold, I came up back my soul Don't call me for no interview, my bad I'd rather know I might say some shit I'm not supposed to have em all in shot I wanna talk about these rappers that I gave a style to Or all these little models that I done ran through Back in the gap we would rob, now they give me a back to blog Rather do that, they go give me a shot Flipping them burgers ain't really my style Which I told them Tulsa, I've been autographing posters Since back with me and Chingo Bling was tossing up my noses I'ma paint a picture for ya, come a little closer Lucky spit facts, you rappers are minted osus Back to back phones in my driveway I got paint to show the whole world where I stay It's the realest on the planet, take a look at that granny Keep a cup of automatic, stat on make a jack of banners Bad ass salsa lemon, what I bein' dip and shrimp And now these niggas trying to get in better Go to my beginning, give a shit about some radio Want me my own line, you niggas thinkin' smile Hustling for a gold chain, I was ready to retire And you were steppin' in the dough, had a beans I'm swangas like seven years ago One more time in the MNO, ain't no doubt wanna kick my flow I brought salsa to the house I'm cold, I came up back my soul One more time in the MNO, ain't no doubt wanna kick my flow I brought salsa to the house I'm cold, I came up back my soul I got my soul back, ay, ay, I bought my soul back Hold up, look it, I got my soul back Yeah, this feelin' I got my soul back As a young and I was lost, ain't no one tell ya what a business I signed the dotted line tonight, ain't even gettin' no shipples That was 99, I was just happy to be there Things changed my night, got my shit together I was hustlin' backwards, but now I'm paying taxes Had to learn the hard way, bought publishing and masters One thing I had that they couldn't take away Was my own swag, and I started to get paid Fast forward to the future, I'm executive producers Got my chips in the computer, and these rappers on my juniors Come and let me school ya, I'm so-or-dead I lose ya That's my early years, but came back like, oh ya I brought the swag to the house, it wasn't too many mescams With them diamonds in the mouth, I was drippin' sounds on my arms Back in old folk, back up, do your research, my nigger, they're saying no joke Johnny Paycheck, hold up, dust off my gaiters Staking nail, eating lobster on the side, baked potatoes It's that lucky with the braids flow, hoppin' out of range Rester, four, I go broke, I'ma send the hotel to send a phone Time to minute, I'm no, ain't no doubt wanna keep my flow I brought some μεs to the house, I'm cold, I came up out back my soul I'm all time to minute, I'm no, ain't no doubt wanna keep my flow I brought somehö, I came up out back my soul I got my soul, back, ay ay, I got my soul, back, hold up, lucky I got my soul, back, yeah, this feel, I got my soul, baby baby I got my soul, back, ay ay, I got my soul, back, hold up, lucky Lucky I got my song, man. Yeah, this film, I got my song, man.