$oul - The Most Lyrics

I feel like, we fallin apart
Ain't talkin from the heart, it's no longer an art
Paintin vacant scenes just to fill a venue
With empty minds that won't buy, only rent you
Spittin like you eatin, well, at least pretend to
But if they see you in the streets guess who on the menu
Bitch, who gone defend you¿
Heat'll turn ya from "Frieza" now you havin amnesia, posin like Ginyu
Should be a sin to lie in all ya scriptures
Guess the blind lead the blind to the strip club
Thirsty lookin for sip of
A bitch w/a thick butt drunk off of liquor
Give her ya income just to touch ya zipper
The outcome if she let u come up in her
Is a come up for her, when she get child support
Or takes half ya shit when she go & file divorce
On trial raise ya child in courts

Y'all be doin the most
Reason why i neva let u bitches too close
Y'all be doing the most
Tryna take a loaf soon as i make a toast
Yall doing the most, quick to go ghost when a nigga go broke

I got trust issues like Andrew got Luck issues
So i clutch pistols just in case they tuckin too
Only f*ck with you if you got some funds w/you
Claim they lovin you , but then when ya buzz is through
No longer intoxicated with the rhymes u lacin
Cirok to chase it
The pop-u-lation hoppin on my cock n prayin that the conndom breakin and they ovulatin
Want that pay in lamens, sayin, baby
Save me from my situation
Say she wanna ring like the Masons
Bitch i ain't the one this ain't the Matrix
No Neo ho. This that neo-$ouL
Waitin on my break hopn that it heal slow
Real hoes, addicted to the fame it's sickenin
Quick to take a pic when taking some dick in
Upload to make some quick ends

Y'all be doing the most
Reason why i never let you bitches too close
Y'all be doing the most
Tryna take a loaf soon as i make a toast
Yall doing the most, quick to go ghost when a nigga go broke