I was block raises where the blocks raised and em shots graced
My nigga Ghana, we aborde planet back in those days
Fuck a low fade, I had two brains, dreams packed up in a suitcase
Two steps away from a dope case, bad registration and dope plates
I had no place, seein' all the shit that I did
20 pounds rolled down at the crib
I got shotgun yeah in the door frame, own a gun ya gotta know how to aim
Way befo I eva thought about the rap game
As a way out I had it all weighed out
I’mma get payed in the day that I fade out
Changed on the hustle but I’m still on the same route
Layn kush on the raw paper, still think about how life changes
Chase heavy with the kilo, the results can be quite dangerous
But I worry bout tomorrow later, feel the whole world owed me a favor
Said it all (?) on stages
Say wrap yo fame for the money and the game
I think my soul needs savin'
(Hook)
I think my soul needs savin'
I think my soul needs savin'
I think my soul needs savin'
(Verse 2)
Lemme put it all in perspective: I know I live reckless
I should have took my bread and invested
'Stead, I went and bought a necklace
And I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck
I don’t really care about much
All the nights that I stayed up, drunk and blazed up Niggas know wassup
Had to work this hard just to get this far, ain’t lookin' back now
Put a hater in the background, before I back down
We gon' go down just like? nigga
In the club, no packdown, nigga
Caught yo band in the mend, goldgetters
Just mad cuz yo plan don’t fit us No prince, no blood, no witness
Name dragged thru the mud like bitches do Still made it thru, I’m livin' proof
Fuck an interview, nigga tell the truth
When I’m in the booth, keep the bullshit minimal
And what am I to do when they try to roll thru
I got both cuts blazin'
Always keep wantin' the change
I think my soul needs savin'
(Hook)
I think my soul needs savin'
I think my soul needs savin'
I think my soul needs savin'
(Verse 3)
I want the world in the palm of my hand
Failure ain’t a part of the plan
Turn my art into money like wham
Gone to think it all started from a blunt and a gram
And will neva understand, the supply and demand
Either a couple grams wrapped in rubber bands
To a hunid grand for an advance
Niggas kill for it, somebody gon' die for it Shots go fly thru the sky, momma cry
Yellin' why boy?
And I ain’t been sober for more than a few days in a long time
Ain’t get high, man, just gettin' by So much shit on my mind, I don’t wanna cross that line
But it might be too late, some niggas just too fake
But I can’t deal wicha, or chill wicha
Think you been around in the first place?
So I neva gave in, I caved (?) in The grind is only motivation
I die for the day it ever gaves in Body line code on the pavement
(Hook)
I think my soul needs savin'
I think my soul needs savin'
I think my soul needs savin'