"Album Mode" lyrics
Hol' on
All my souljas to the front
And I can't forget my people in the back
Loosin up don't gotta act hard
Wrong place tell em this ain't that uh uh uh uh
Somebody tell em that I'm back yea yea yea yea
A hunnid thousand for a rap yea yea yea yea
I'm tryna pull up in a fast car
I got em spamming in the chat
Hol' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
Phone on dnd no distractions locking in
Day or nite don't need a clock just know it's time to win
Time to make sure my people never gotta rob again
Not lukewarm I only drop that fire cayenne
The label heard the tape and said oh no not again
It's time for an album so how much you tryna spend
Holding back excitement I just gave a small grin
Let's begin
First Jesus thank you for forgiving all my sins
When it comes to the worst person to use I'm top ten
Enroll in my school so many lessons I can give
I can teach you how to lose money I can teach you how to lose friends
I can teach you all about grace and mercy teach you all about revenge
I can teach you how to slow down because some lessons can't be binged
A lot of things start getting old what you once loved is now cringe
In other words I'm just saying it's okay to let it end it's okay to let it break
God did it once he'll do it again let's find another way
Joys coming in the morning, live to fight another day
It's okay to let it end we may bend but never break
I got scripts I got lines for days tell me what's the play
I got gifts, I can write it down, what I need to say
I got chips, I got frito lay, who I need to pay
Cause 30 pieces all it takes for one of yo closest dawgs to stray
Ima buy him the most expensive temperpedic and let him lay
My name William I'm not Jesus for your sins I cannot pay
Think believer equals soft I guess you finna learn today
Steph Curry shoot the trey, I dust my feet and walk away
Only back and forth I do is from the crib to the bank
Meditating on his word not meditating on what you thank
Soulja boy I'm in the army of the lord watch me crank, crank, crank, crank
All my souljas to the front
And I can't forget my people in the back
Loosin up don't gotta act hard
Wrong place tell em this ain't that uh uh uh uh
Somebody tell em that I'm back yea yea yea yea
A hunnid thousand for a rap yea yea yea yea
I'm tryna pull up in a fast car
I got em spamming in the chat
Hol' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
Phone on dnd no distractions locking in
Day or nite don't need a clock just know it's time to win
Time to make sure my people never gotta rob again
Not lukewarm I only drop that fire cayenne
The label heard the tape and said oh no not again
It's time for an album so how much you tryna spend
Holding back excitement I just gave a small grin
Let's begin
All my souljas to the front
And I can't forget my people in the back
Loosin up don't gotta act hard
Wrong place tell em this ain't that uh uh uh uh
Somebody tell em that I'm back yea yea yea yea
A hunnid thousand for a rap yea yea yea yea
I'm tryna pull up in a fast car
I got em spamming in the chat
Hol' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
Phone on dnd no distractions locking in
Day or nite don't need a clock just know it's time to win
Time to make sure my people never gotta rob again
Not lukewarm I only drop that fire cayenne
The label heard the tape and said oh no not again
It's time for an album so how much you tryna spend
Holding back excitement I just gave a small grin
Let's begin
First Jesus thank you for forgiving all my sins
When it comes to the worst person to use I'm top ten
Enroll in my school so many lessons I can give
I can teach you how to lose money I can teach you how to lose friends
I can teach you all about grace and mercy teach you all about revenge
I can teach you how to slow down because some lessons can't be binged
A lot of things start getting old what you once loved is now cringe
In other words I'm just saying it's okay to let it end it's okay to let it break
God did it once he'll do it again let's find another way
Joys coming in the morning, live to fight another day
It's okay to let it end we may bend but never break
I got scripts I got lines for days tell me what's the play
I got gifts, I can write it down, what I need to say
I got chips, I got frito lay, who I need to pay
Cause 30 pieces all it takes for one of yo closest dawgs to stray
Ima buy him the most expensive temperpedic and let him lay
My name William I'm not Jesus for your sins I cannot pay
Think believer equals soft I guess you finna learn today
Steph Curry shoot the trey, I dust my feet and walk away
Only back and forth I do is from the crib to the bank
Meditating on his word not meditating on what you thank
Soulja boy I'm in the army of the lord watch me crank, crank, crank, crank
All my souljas to the front
And I can't forget my people in the back
Loosin up don't gotta act hard
Wrong place tell em this ain't that uh uh uh uh
Somebody tell em that I'm back yea yea yea yea
A hunnid thousand for a rap yea yea yea yea
I'm tryna pull up in a fast car
I got em spamming in the chat
Hol' on
Uh, uh, uh, uh,
Phone on dnd no distractions locking in
Day or nite don't need a clock just know it's time to win
Time to make sure my people never gotta rob again
Not lukewarm I only drop that fire cayenne
The label heard the tape and said oh no not again
It's time for an album so how much you tryna spend
Holding back excitement I just gave a small grin
Let's begin
