Letra de S.O.F.
(Verse 1)
Its the belly of the beast don't get tossed in
The Foundation got me on and I ain't been off since
Life and good pussy two things I get lost in
All my hoes look forward to the D like playing offense
Big faces stack them to a perfect height
Bitches only attracted to a certain type
Man Im urging these labels to get their money straight
Cuz in my particular case I'm really worth the hype
I never lose so how you plan to get a dub off me?
Bought my haters drink the only way they'll get a buzz of me
Getting money and its tax free
My whole team balling we ain't athletes
TF2 its back to doing numbers check the stat sheet
Hottest nigga rapping well that's only if you ask me
Street nigga with intellect rarely show my hood side
I heard the fans was snapping flixs I hope they get my good side

(Hook)
Eyes so low
We so high
Money over bitches is what we go by
If its something that we want we go buy
Pour the gasoline out and lite the streets on fire
We got the streets on fire, streets on fire
All these niggas know we got the streets on fire
Streets on fire, streets on fire
All these bitches know we got the streets on fire
We got the streets on

(Verse 2)
Ye said it best its so hard not to act reckless
If you don't think I run the city check my track record
Your new shit ain't even fucking with my last records
You would think Im on E the way I gas records
Safe to say we in the lead shout out to the runner up
You don't got to like us just know the money does
They telling me im killing shit and I don't feel I done enough
I can't complain tho shit is on the up and up
Yup but as far as all the rest goes
I can't even call it like I ain't got on my ref clothes
Get money kill rappers blazay blazay
Basically go hard so I can shit on all my ex hoes
The fliest whips get test drove
If I like the shit then I'mma buy the shit
All I rock is designer shit
If she bad as fuck then I probably hit
I remember them hard times in that lunch room with them dimes and nicks
Now Im coppin all kind of shit
Book the flight for a game of knicks, We Run It!

(Hook)
Eyes so low
We so high
Money over bitches is what we go by
If its something that we want we go buy
Pour the gasoline out and lite the streets on fire
We got the streets on fire, streets on fire
All these niggas know we got the streets on fire
Streets on fire, streets on fire
All these bitches know we got the streets on fire
We got the streets on