My Soul

Neva told on my bro's
But they still want my soul
Neva put first no hoe
But they still want my soul

All dat time I aint Neva tell
Fucking up aint getting bail
Real talk raised in jail
Tired of loosing lived in hell
No sleep Neva got mail
Fake dreams not well
Fuck police gun sells
Shoot shoot spreewell
Real goons free Mel
Was at the bottom sea shells
Crime scene leave trails
Started in da deep hells
Fuck her once ring bells

Neva told on my bro's
But they still want my soul
Neva put first no hoe
But they still want my soul

Fuckin wit da ops
Told on me youse a cop
I was on the block
Pockets up selling rock
Stabbed a couple niggas I still own dat 40 Glock
Plastic swipe da villa she going slide pussy pop
We don't operate
Da cee oh for da pocket space
G5 a mile away
Beat da feds a holiday
I aint cuffin calmate
She got wap booty thing
I be into shooting things
Aka da hooligan

Neva told on my bro
But they still want my soul
Neva put first no hoe
But they still want my soul



Credits
Writer(s): Carlos Silvagnoli
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