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Seem like I got rich up
Out the blue
Now we spending money
Doing what we wanna do
I don't grab one
I grab two
Cartier bracelets
On my arms brand new
Never did it for clout
Treat the bags like burgers
Yeah They in -n'-out
Back then we used to dream
Now we living now
Fuck around and broke the roof
Nigga it ain't no ceiling now
Limes and Deleon
No more lemons round
Damn near risked it all
Tryna make it out
We gone get it all
We gone get it all
We gone get it all

Searching for my soul
I just thought I had it all
Searching for my soul
I just really wanna ball
I just really wanna ball
Searching for my soul
I just thought I had it all
Searching for my soul
I just really wanna ball
I just really wanna ball

Searching for my soul
I just thought I thought I
Searching for my soul
I just thought I had it all

I couldn't sleep
At my momma house
Tryna make that money route
Tryna make that money now
Four years later yeah we balling
Ain't no out of bounds
I did for the team
We globe trotting now
Took my hands off the wheel
I almost crashed out
Lil brother bare facing niggas
Ain't no mask around
If ex bitch stayed down
She would be Beyoncé now
Uh uh a Nigga fill like jigga now
So it's H to the A town
Tatted by my heart
On my sleeve
I don't fuck around
The game don't want me to leave
So I had to switch the disk
I put the mic in front of these bars
I'm tryna make a hit

Searching for my soul
I just thought I had it all
Searching for my soul
I just really wanna ball
I just really wanna ball
Ima get these numbers
You ain't gotta pass the ball
You ain't gotta pass the ball
Searching for my soul
I just really wanna ball
I just really wanna ball



Credits
Writer(s): Dejon Britton-birdsong
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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