Soulja Boy — Not Just Hype

[Intro} I woke up this morning looked at my bank account and had a heart attack [Verse 1] Move quickly, thinkin Soulja Tell 'Em Leave him leaking if he disrespect the deacon The beepers bleeping, yinking Thinking to myself what is going on Inside my head sipping syrup out my styrofoam Now I think I need to get a chiropract Because I’m getting so much money And the weight is on my shoulders And I'm harder than a boulder And the world I'm taking over And I’m luckier than a clover Throwing on my J's as I start my day Lighting up my blunt today Bank account is looking straight So damn, why them people hate? But they can't relate to me Everything's a common struggle Everybody know what's up Soulja Tell 'Em they in trouble All my niggas know I'm king All you bitch-ass niggas queens Four way hit your fucking dream Seeing shit you never seen Going where you never saw I'm thinking what you never thought I’m buying what you never bought I’m on and you always off Off the fucking dome Soulja I'm the fucking man I’m riding on my chrome Inside my home electric yong yeah Kicking in my door never happened I should mackingmidt The fucking rachet make shit splatter Soulja Tell 'Em it's disaster Hit the mic and pick it up I talk, my people lift them up My words are powerful, so positive