Sell Your Soul
Toe tag season
Body Bag back and he working
The flow slaps even GOATS
Throwback Reason
I been getting no sleep
Pen to the pad? They ain't even close
Know that heathens
You non-believers can quote that
Slow clap, yeah, the bro back breathing
Fire on a beat, I'm a top 5 pick, I ain't even gloat
Over achiever, paid my dues and some I ain't even owe
Drop my shit from the heart I rip
And it's all I'll ever know
Money on my mind like every fncken day
This shit 'bout survival any fncken way
Seems if you don't take then you get tooken bro
Devil leads you straight to where you shouldn't go
Fuck you doing if you ain't working?
Money scare me if it ain't certain
Gotta have it when my mama need it
So I gotta get it and remain searching
For a whole whole lot more
Soul grows cold I saw
My fault, I fought for the old Rose Gold car thoughts
That I had when I was a kid but
Life had a whole other plan
Now it's I ain't really gotta have it
Just make sure that my brothers can
So I'm writing lyrics while I'm 9 to 5ing
Hoping something sticks, woke enough to know
Nothing here comes free
Especially when the Devil opens up a door, ey
Money on my mind like every fncken day
This shit 'bout survival any fncken way
Seems if you don't take then you get tooken bro
Devil leads you straight to where you shouldn't go
Bezels beam, you laced with rare
You look and glow
Like a Gucci bag of sold your soul money
Bezels beam, you laced with rare
You look and glow
Like a Gucci bag of sold your soul money
Body Bag back and he working
The flow slaps even GOATS
Throwback Reason
I been getting no sleep
Pen to the pad? They ain't even close
Know that heathens
You non-believers can quote that
Slow clap, yeah, the bro back breathing
Fire on a beat, I'm a top 5 pick, I ain't even gloat
Over achiever, paid my dues and some I ain't even owe
Drop my shit from the heart I rip
And it's all I'll ever know
Money on my mind like every fncken day
This shit 'bout survival any fncken way
Seems if you don't take then you get tooken bro
Devil leads you straight to where you shouldn't go
Fuck you doing if you ain't working?
Money scare me if it ain't certain
Gotta have it when my mama need it
So I gotta get it and remain searching
For a whole whole lot more
Soul grows cold I saw
My fault, I fought for the old Rose Gold car thoughts
That I had when I was a kid but
Life had a whole other plan
Now it's I ain't really gotta have it
Just make sure that my brothers can
So I'm writing lyrics while I'm 9 to 5ing
Hoping something sticks, woke enough to know
Nothing here comes free
Especially when the Devil opens up a door, ey
Money on my mind like every fncken day
This shit 'bout survival any fncken way
Seems if you don't take then you get tooken bro
Devil leads you straight to where you shouldn't go
Bezels beam, you laced with rare
You look and glow
Like a Gucci bag of sold your soul money
Bezels beam, you laced with rare
You look and glow
Like a Gucci bag of sold your soul money
Credits
Writer(s): Mncedi Kunene
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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