On My Soul (feat. A-banga)

I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
I've been doing all these drugs
Hoping things will get better
And I put that on my soul
That I'll never ever fold
I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
I've been doing all these drugs
Hoping things will get better
And I put that on my soul
That I'll never ever fold

Like I lost my mind
Go insane in the booth
I done lost my love
When I gave it to you
Ran my heart straight through
The mud
Now there's drank in my juice
Switch it up cause
I can never do the same shit as you
Whatever you do
When I do it i do it better
Niggas feeling hot
Until I pull out the Beretta
I can never worry 'bout
Bitches that never level up
Oh you wanna play?
Well this choppa
Gon make you double dutch
You wouldn't think it's cool
If I did what you do to me
But that's never what it was
And that's never what it'll be
Way too solid for the bullshit
I never condone the fake shit
Started from that bottom
Recording up in the basement
Back then we was just
Trapping all out the vacant
We was money hungry
We stacking up all the faces
Now I really got it
I dare a nigga to take it
You gon fuck around
Lose your life
Or you'll end up
Brain dead
Yeah I know
Shit I done before was wrong
That shit weighing on my soul
But ill never ever fold
Yeah I know
Shit I done before was wrong
That shit weighing on my soul
But ill never ever fold

I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
I've been doing all these drugs
Hoping things will get better
And I put that on my soul
That I'll never ever fold
I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
I've been doing all these drugs
Hoping things will get better
And I put that on my soul
That I'll never ever fold

I put that on my soul
I can never ever fold
In a world full of people
Somehow I still feel alone
Every night I talk to jizzo
Wishing heaven had a phone
Bitch you really broke my heart
And you turned me so cold
But I put it back together
And covered it up in chrome, yeah
Two-Three weapons I'm stepping
I'm in my zone, yeah
Catch them out of bounds
Do them foul get em gone, yeah
No rap cap, I put my life
In every song, yeah
Post traumatic stress
Got them thoughts on my mind
Promise to take a life
Before they ever take mine
Tryna keep it together
Got me looking for a sign
Anxiety and depression
Hitting at the same time
I been going through some shit
But I promise to set the bar
Do it for my son
Cause he look at me like a star
Tried to play me like a game
And baby you didn't get far
You a bad bitch
But loyalty make my dick hard
I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
So I keep my gun on me
It don't matter the weather
Cause these streets is cold
The reaper tryna take my soul
I've been going thru a lot
Tryna keep it together
So I keep my gun on me
It don't matter the weather
Cause these streets is cold
The reaper tryna take my soul

I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
I've been doing all these drugs
Hoping things will get better
And I put that on my soul
That I'll never ever fold
I've been going through a lot
Tryna keep it together
I've been doing all these drugs
Hoping things will get better
And I put that on my soul
That I'll never ever fold