On My Soul

If you on the grind during times when only crime do pay
You need a sign man si vous plait
Yea and I Didn't find what I was looking for my heart to stay
Stuck on my sleeve and It was hard to take
And I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul

They say you get out what you put in
But that don't make no sense, when you put in everythin in pudding
And get nothing in return, not even dirt your foot in
Foundation can't hold without the footing
Look, It's like the pain fills the veins for every breath we take
But the 'caine was a save for all the less we made
And these thangs on the waist was to protect are faith
Everything ain't the devil Mrs. Mama Boucher
Look, ain't taking back the good times we had
But betrayle worse then Blue Hill Ave
A blissful ignorance like it was the blue pill grabbed
A fistful of incidents, followed the code wish a few still had
But no ones perfect
And trouble comes to you if you searching
And that pack, ain't gon' sell itself once you purchase
Made a rack, you gon' tell yourself that you working
That's all slack, 'cause crime don't pay if you splurging

If you on the grind during times when only crime do pay
You need a sign man si vous plait
Yea and I Didn't find what I was looking for my heart to stay
Stuck on my sleeve and It was hard to take
And I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul

They say crime don't pay you gotta speak for yourself
It's off the hip you hear the beat from the belt
And if I raise my hand just know I got it I ain't needing no help
Mind of a boss I need the job done I just do it myself
Crazy game that we play everybody focus on self
And I'm focused on everybody else
So Imagine it's playing with my heart at the same speed it mess with my health
But I am still trying to stack up for wealth
I lost a couple doggies keep it on me like it's sentimental
It's more than spilling out my pain and crying on these instrumentals
I don't play the club I ain't no scrub just not in the middle
But convince shorty that she still gotta live a little
No I ain't no hypocrite rolling with some doggies on some sicker shit
Throw up on anything they see, you think they crippin' it
You got ten bands and you feel like you working
That's all slack if you done caught yourself splurging

If you on the grind during times where only crime do pay
You need a sign man si vous plait
Yea and I Didn't find what I was looking for my heart to stay
Stuck on my sleeve and It was hard to take
And I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul
Yea I put that on my soul