Soul Burden (feat. Fredo Bang)

(Hey, sure) I got demon thoughts that's in my head
Like I can't even trust this girl that's in my bed
And I just wanna pick your brain, let me dissect
Ain't fuckin' if your pockets low, she like "How sick"

Ain't lovin' on, no bitch, I couldn't fuck if I was broke
'Cause it's a guarantee the second you in jail that she gon' go
I can't call you my brother, you weren't with me out there trappin' out the store
I couldn't call you when the police kicked the door

Ain't see it comin', that's a shame on me
Burden on my mind, it put the blame on me
They tried to apologize, but it ain't no need
I cross 'em out when they decide to hate on me and put a date on me, oh

Sometimes I sit in the dark and pray to clear my mind
Sometimes I got them lookin' wrong, I ask "Who down to ride?"
I sacrificed my livelihood to let my people eat
Too many days up on the road, can't see my momma, that shit be cutting deep

I gave my trust to too many people who wouldn't feed me if I was starving
I gave them love, they gave me pain, that shit had done turned me heartless
Your own brother take you out, I drop a tenth thinking 'bout Lil Marley
You by yourself up in this world, I learnt that fighting all them charges

I'm from the city, you gotta pray that you don't die today
Dracos and FNs take the smile away
Kiss your momma, she might see not see us on another day
Tell her you love her, 'cause they might just take her son away

Only two options, you gon' die or you make it
Ed Reed, I'm keepin' my gun off safety
Best believe, I'm serving 'till all the cribs gated
Pay 20 Gs for diamonds, these ain't no gold plated
It's starting to feel like I made it

I ain't come this far just to go back
Owe it all to my niggas, they keep me on track
For them, lay it all on the line, Warren Sapp
Only thing that we know is to trap for a sack

This shit get dangerous
Put money on his top and I cash out on Palm Angels
Wait, why you getting fly? 'Cause God finna gain an angel
Was born inside a jungle, tigers told me they can't tame you
My conscious did the dirt, I guess it's easier to blame you

I got demon thoughts that's in my head
Like I can't even trust this girl that's in my bed
And I just wanna pick your brain, let me dissect
Ain't fuckin' if your pockets low, she like "How sick"

Ain't lovin' on, no bitch, I couldn't fuck if I was broke
'Cause it's a guarantee the second you in jail that she gon' go
I can't call you my brother, you weren't with me out there trappin' out the store
I couldn't call you when the police kicked the door

Ain't see it comin', that's a shame on me
Burden on my mind, it put the blame on me
They tried to apologize, but it ain't no need
I cross 'em out when they decide to hate on me and put a date on me, oh