Soul Prey
Even in my home, I'm just letting go
20 to my name, but I keep it low
Cover up my pain, I don't wanna go
Cover up my pain, I don't wanna go
Circle small, I kept that
Locked jaw, where I sleep at
Been a bitch with ya feedback
I don't need that
Cash always been ya fallback
Dreams die on the flight back
Train ride, might heart attack
I'm tryna set an example
But how the fuck I'm gonna speak on it
My own problems ain't handled
Fuckas want the play to keep goin
Fuckas wanna see the dance, last chance
They ain't happy till they see the Benz
Cash snaps to the rubber band
Made my bread for the motherland
Ain't for me bitch, understand
I been trippin, but I never bend
Lose my silence, I'll be damned
Lose my silence, I'll be damned
Low points, I bottomed out
Keep the rattles out my account
I been working on my own doubts
Fuckas salty with the handouts
Why I tell em what I think about?
Why I tell em what I think about?
Circle small, I kept that
Locked jaw, where I sleep at
Been a bitch with ya feedback
I don't need that
Cash always been ya fallback
Dreams die on the flight back
Train ride, might heart attack
Even in my home, I'm just letting go
20 to my name, but I keep it low
Cover up my name, I don't wanna know
Cover up my pain, I don't wanna go
20 to my name, but I keep it low
Cover up my pain, I don't wanna go
Cover up my pain, I don't wanna go
Circle small, I kept that
Locked jaw, where I sleep at
Been a bitch with ya feedback
I don't need that
Cash always been ya fallback
Dreams die on the flight back
Train ride, might heart attack
I'm tryna set an example
But how the fuck I'm gonna speak on it
My own problems ain't handled
Fuckas want the play to keep goin
Fuckas wanna see the dance, last chance
They ain't happy till they see the Benz
Cash snaps to the rubber band
Made my bread for the motherland
Ain't for me bitch, understand
I been trippin, but I never bend
Lose my silence, I'll be damned
Lose my silence, I'll be damned
Low points, I bottomed out
Keep the rattles out my account
I been working on my own doubts
Fuckas salty with the handouts
Why I tell em what I think about?
Why I tell em what I think about?
Circle small, I kept that
Locked jaw, where I sleep at
Been a bitch with ya feedback
I don't need that
Cash always been ya fallback
Dreams die on the flight back
Train ride, might heart attack
Even in my home, I'm just letting go
20 to my name, but I keep it low
Cover up my name, I don't wanna know
Cover up my pain, I don't wanna go
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Writer(s): David Mcgregor
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