"No Souls" by Darius Isaiah #HNHH

Darius Isaiah an artist from Wu-tang Management x Protect Ya Neck Records
brings his latest song "No Souls".
The Bay state artist expresses his views on the moves of others, police brutality and race relations, success, etc.
*This song is dedicated to all the lost pair of headphones we go through!
aspirations and more.
Click play with your favorite pair of headphones!

LYRICS BELOW


Lyrics

Its been a long damn road for a black mannnn/
Got a nigga like, got damn.
I don't need a famous rapper just to pay him for a feature,
Walking up to meet and greets like nice to meet ya/
Hes really getting ethered/
Let the real, bump on through ya speaker,
When these niggas steady speaking dont believe him/
And I aint ever need em/
And i gotta do it for a reason, if these niggas wanna battle I defeat em/

Too worried about the bitches
Too worried about the bitches
You too worried bout the bitches
Aint worried bout the riches

All you niggas acting real suspicious/
Am I the only one who witness
I dont feel ya spirit,
Nigga I don't feel ya spirit/
Nigga i aint tryna hear it/
Im father to these lames in this game is apparent/
Nigga, issa parent/

If I talk about the cops, there's a bunch brain splatter,
Only white lives matter,
When the black lives matter/
Man we bout to go to war,
Fuck the chit chatter/
And I aint feeling your soul, so that dont even matter/
And if we bouta go to war, its what i just might do,
Said id probably kill myself if i was just like you/
Man, id probably be a hoe if i was just like you/
Said I, probably lose my soul if i was just like you/

Laying low, stacking money to the ceiling, my life is so appealing what a feeling/
Im plotting on a million/
I had the yams and now im tryna get a lot chicken/
So I ain't really with the presidential politicking/
Isrealites, through the lights if you see the vision/
Ain't playing games in my lane in my own division/
I'm out here doing what I want I  dont I need permission/
I dont need permission//

Too worried bout the bitches
You too worried bout the bitches
You too worried bout the bitches
Aint worried bout ya riches/

All you niggas acting real suspicious/
Am I the only one who witness
I dont feel ya spirit,
Nigga I don't feel ya spirit/
Nigga i aint tryna hear it/
Ima fat