Soul
My mama need a brand new crib
And my sisters need shoes for the kids
And my brothers need bread for the bills
And my pops need food for the meals
Alarm clock ringing it's time to wake up
I hit snooze three times I'm running late but
It's all good I'm just trying to stack that paper
So I can slide to the studio later
And rap about this life that I'm living
Everything is expensive and these prices are driven
Every night I been thinking gotta apply for positions
As I'm cutting cigarillos with a knife in the kitchen
Roll it up I'm feeling right in my system
Stress relieved I'm at ease now I'm writing and spitting
Thought about quitting but now soul at peace
Still gotta watch my back 'cause they hold that heat, yeah
Them boys want what's on your toes and feet
I be dressed to T but they know I'm street
What I wrote is deep, every quote is me
Somebody gotta make it and my fam hopes it's me
What I wrote is deep, every quote is me
I know I gotta make it cause my fam hope it's me, I'm on
My mama need a brand new crib
And my sisters need shoes for the kids
And my brothers need bread for the bills
And my pops need food for the meals
But I'm feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
Now am I really selling my soul
Or am I doing what I gotta do to get to the goal
That's why sometimes I be letting it go
For that feeling I be feeling when I step in a show
Or that feeling my mom get when I step in the door
After being gone for six months, swear that feeling is gold
I love you ma, I hate to leave you living alone
But I gotta chase my dreams I'm just letting you know
I went to college for you and now I'm getting this dough
I got one degree so what I'm spitting is cold
At the same time I could spit something hot
And set a real example for kids on the block
Posted round the clock, pitching rock here come the cops
Young'ns getting dropped or even worse their getting shot
Exercising these thoughts yeah my mind be running
I know my time is coming
My skills underrated, spit these rhymes like nothing
But they don't feel it 'less I'm lying about something
Or talking nines I'm dumping
I keep it real and that's the kind y'all loving
I bet they feel me now
And if not well kill me now
You don't have to be a sell out to sell out
I give you bars like I brought the cell out
Just please don't, please don't
Sell your soul for the money
Don't sell your soul for the money
I'm saying don't
Sell your soul for the money
Don't sell your soul for the money
My mama need a brand new crib
And my sisters need shoes for the kids
And my brothers need bread for the bills
And my pops need food for the meals
But I'm feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I'm selling my soul
I'm selling my soul
I'm selling my soul for the money
And my sisters need shoes for the kids
And my brothers need bread for the bills
And my pops need food for the meals
Alarm clock ringing it's time to wake up
I hit snooze three times I'm running late but
It's all good I'm just trying to stack that paper
So I can slide to the studio later
And rap about this life that I'm living
Everything is expensive and these prices are driven
Every night I been thinking gotta apply for positions
As I'm cutting cigarillos with a knife in the kitchen
Roll it up I'm feeling right in my system
Stress relieved I'm at ease now I'm writing and spitting
Thought about quitting but now soul at peace
Still gotta watch my back 'cause they hold that heat, yeah
Them boys want what's on your toes and feet
I be dressed to T but they know I'm street
What I wrote is deep, every quote is me
Somebody gotta make it and my fam hopes it's me
What I wrote is deep, every quote is me
I know I gotta make it cause my fam hope it's me, I'm on
My mama need a brand new crib
And my sisters need shoes for the kids
And my brothers need bread for the bills
And my pops need food for the meals
But I'm feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
Now am I really selling my soul
Or am I doing what I gotta do to get to the goal
That's why sometimes I be letting it go
For that feeling I be feeling when I step in a show
Or that feeling my mom get when I step in the door
After being gone for six months, swear that feeling is gold
I love you ma, I hate to leave you living alone
But I gotta chase my dreams I'm just letting you know
I went to college for you and now I'm getting this dough
I got one degree so what I'm spitting is cold
At the same time I could spit something hot
And set a real example for kids on the block
Posted round the clock, pitching rock here come the cops
Young'ns getting dropped or even worse their getting shot
Exercising these thoughts yeah my mind be running
I know my time is coming
My skills underrated, spit these rhymes like nothing
But they don't feel it 'less I'm lying about something
Or talking nines I'm dumping
I keep it real and that's the kind y'all loving
I bet they feel me now
And if not well kill me now
You don't have to be a sell out to sell out
I give you bars like I brought the cell out
Just please don't, please don't
Sell your soul for the money
Don't sell your soul for the money
I'm saying don't
Sell your soul for the money
Don't sell your soul for the money
My mama need a brand new crib
And my sisters need shoes for the kids
And my brothers need bread for the bills
And my pops need food for the meals
But I'm feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I be feeling like I'm selling my soul for the money
Like I'm selling my soul for the money
I'm selling my soul
I'm selling my soul
I'm selling my soul for the money
Credits
Writer(s): Hip Hop Duke
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