On My Soul

I been feeling like it's death around The Corner for me
Police shooting but I'm black so ain't No Warning for me
Pray to Jesus when you wake up in The morning for me
I can't die too young don't want my Family Mourning for me

It's so hard to find a time when I'm at
Peace yea
Gotta believe in God and practice What I Preach yea
Gotta Find the balance between Discovered and Discrete yea
Said fuck the reaper now he coming After Me yea
After me

Hope that im wrong But if I'm right
I'll be alright nigga fuck it's life
No I do not need no Fucking advice
If talk is cheap then I'm Upping the Price
All of my niggas been dying around Me now I got the feeling that
Nothing is right
Ain't been to church in a couple of Years I need to go spend me a
Couple of nights whoa

I been grinding grinding grinding I Remember I was Poor
Made a promise to myself I won't be Broke no More
Paper chasing but I'm fighting Demons on the Low
Praying for a blessing God I put that On my Soul

I been running away Tryna get these Demons off me Yea yea yea
I been trying to pray but everybody Leaning On me Yea yea yea

So can you pray for a nigga yea
Pray for a nigga yea yea yea yea
So can you pray for a nigga yea
Pray for a nigga yea yea

It was coppers watching while the
Block was popping at the
Corner store

Outta options we was tired watching So what's On the floor

Outta pocket with that Pocket rocket They be On it boy

Them Bodies dropping from them
Chopper choppers all they
Want is war

I'm so Tired of this shit
That Cold minded ain't No guidance Ain't No pride in this shit
Just cold silence Popo firing

My soul kinda twisted in the mix
Whole time they twisted with the Wrist
From cheese eggs Mix it with the GritsTo weed heads
Busy hittin licks

Why do we do this the shit is Pathetic
If my life a movie then Who is Directing
Someone explain cuz shit I don't
Get it
We don't wanna die but we wanna See Heaven

I still regret I was moving them Pills
Covered in mud I been through the
Field
I gotta grind or get me a Deal
So all my people ain't missing no
Meals

I been grinding grinding grinding I Remember I was Poor
Made a promise to myself I won't be Broke no More
Paper chasing but I'm fighting Demons on the Low
Praying for a blessing God I put that On my Soul

I been running away Tryna get these Demons off me Yea yea yea
I been trying to pray but everybody Leaning On me Yea yea yea

So can you pray for a nigga yea
Pray for a nigga yea yea yea yea
So can you pray for a nigga yea
Pray for a nigga yea yea

(I been grinding grinding grinding
I remember I was poor)

(All the homies whippin in them
Benzos)

(Paper chasing but I'm fighting demons on the low
Made a promise to myself I won't be Broke no more)

Pray for a nigga
Yea yea yea
Pray for a nigga
Yea yea yea