Soul Bleed

Bitch chose a nigga over me tryna take what I love
She think everything be solved with a kiss and a hug
I been dealing with a lot ask how I feel I just shrug
It be so much on my mind prolly the reason I mug
The closest niggas in my circle don't know what I be feeling
Cause whenever I'm around em I just feel like chillin
Ion wanna seem weak or put em in that position
When yo own momma count you out I swear the feeling is sickening
Don't think high of a nigga prolly want me to fail
No one to confide in cause my Pops inna cell
I ain't felt like myself since the day I heard he in jail
Express the shit that I be feeling through these songs and the mail
Nigga tryna be my Pops can't no one fill his shoes
But don't get it fucked up I preciate what he do
Still got dreams of da mansion you know hoes and da coupes
But lately I been feeling like fuck it all this shit I'm just through
Weight of the world on my shoulders I'm my number one fan
People got they assumptions but they don't really know the plan
Ain't got no one I cud lean on when I'm stuck inna jam
Knew this nigga all my life and he don't know who I am
People come and go on this road that we take
I be calling niggas my brothers wondering if they snakes
Lately shit been going good is they real or they fake
I know If da cookie crumbled prolly a show they true traits
My bitch too innocent ion expose her to this
All she know is that I'm workin steady gettin to the chips
She be asking what I'm doin lil that lil dis
Ask how I feel I say I got problems money can't fix
New day same hustle tryna get out the struggle
By any means necessary I gotta make some bubble
Got my eyes on the prize pass the rock ion fumble
I feel you think a different way when you come from the jungle
Money ain't everything I learned that early on
Bitch got a attitude wit me cause ion pick up the phone
Don't care what I got goin I told her leave me alone
Ain't hardheaded, headstrong bitch I'm bad to the bone
Niggas tryna line me up I went to hell and back for
Granny made that shit look good but I swear we was poor
Momma used to be on my ass if I ain't do the chores
I was sleeping on the floor now I'm searching for more
And don't judge him wen he comfortable cause pressure bust pipes
If u scared then go to church cause this shit cost ya life
All these trials and tribulations I fell in love with the mic
Hate wen she act out of spite two wrongs don't make a right
Gotta get this off my chest cause it been fucking with me
If u say that u my brother then u ducking with me

I just need someone to listen I ain't got too much needs
Every time I make a song I'm tryna ya soul bleed
Every time I make a song I'm tryna make ya soul bleed nigga
I need someone to listen I ain't got too much needs



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Writer(s): Demari Dogan
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