Keep My Soul
On my road to a million
Turn nobody into somebody
Just can't be anyone
Put the rose gold on the satin
Draped in Vivienne
And I ain't from the trenches
But I pick up when them trenches call
When them trenches call me
Prayin' for my pension
They just found a pot of gold
Elevate my levels, I'm not doing what I'm told
Father, forgive me for all them times my heart was cold
I talk to Jesus everyday
I pray for Him to keep my soul
Outside I keep it cool
But inside I just can't relax
R.I.P. to Virgil
Louis shoes, don't step on cracks
Don't hate on my vision
'Cause it feel more like a prophecy
They in the hills spewing out hypocrisy
Please, don't play his song
'Cause your track not hot to me
I just put a pivot on my goals
Still got a lot to reach
And I'm in it 'til the end
I can't fake; I can't pretend
I know I can't get pretentious
My hustle is relentless
On my road to a million
Turn nobody into somebody
Just can't be anyone
Put the rose gold on the satin
Draped in Vivienne
And I ain't from the trenches
But I pick up when them trenches call
When them trenches call me
Prayin' for my pension
They just found a pot of gold
Elevate my levels, I'm not doing what I'm told
Father, forgive me for all them times my heart was cold
I talk to Jesus everyday
I pray for Him to keep my soul
Fighting temptation
I got them shackles on my wrist
Curate a façade
I camouflage in cheetah prints
Drown all the pain in purple rain just like I'm Prince
They tell me break a leg
That's why I'm walkin' with a limp
No fatal injury
They can't wait to mention me
I promise I won't change
I'll be this way 'til sixty-three
When I say this my year
I mean that phrase quite literally
They can't stand my face
They look at me with enmity
Can't get no sympathy
Must be the Dark Knight the way they riddle me
They play with my emotions
want to fiddle me
Want to catch me while I'm driving like I'm Kennedy
But it just can't be me, nah
On my road to a million
Turn nobody into somebody
Just can't be anyone
Put the rose gold on the satin
Draped in Vivienne
And I ain't from the trenches
But I pick up when them trenches call
When them trenches call me
Prayin' for my pension
They just found a pot of gold
Elevate my levels, I'm not doing what I'm told
Father, forgive me for all them times my heart was cold
I talk to Jesus everyday
I pray for Him to keep my soul
Turn nobody into somebody
Just can't be anyone
Put the rose gold on the satin
Draped in Vivienne
And I ain't from the trenches
But I pick up when them trenches call
When them trenches call me
Prayin' for my pension
They just found a pot of gold
Elevate my levels, I'm not doing what I'm told
Father, forgive me for all them times my heart was cold
I talk to Jesus everyday
I pray for Him to keep my soul
Outside I keep it cool
But inside I just can't relax
R.I.P. to Virgil
Louis shoes, don't step on cracks
Don't hate on my vision
'Cause it feel more like a prophecy
They in the hills spewing out hypocrisy
Please, don't play his song
'Cause your track not hot to me
I just put a pivot on my goals
Still got a lot to reach
And I'm in it 'til the end
I can't fake; I can't pretend
I know I can't get pretentious
My hustle is relentless
On my road to a million
Turn nobody into somebody
Just can't be anyone
Put the rose gold on the satin
Draped in Vivienne
And I ain't from the trenches
But I pick up when them trenches call
When them trenches call me
Prayin' for my pension
They just found a pot of gold
Elevate my levels, I'm not doing what I'm told
Father, forgive me for all them times my heart was cold
I talk to Jesus everyday
I pray for Him to keep my soul
Fighting temptation
I got them shackles on my wrist
Curate a façade
I camouflage in cheetah prints
Drown all the pain in purple rain just like I'm Prince
They tell me break a leg
That's why I'm walkin' with a limp
No fatal injury
They can't wait to mention me
I promise I won't change
I'll be this way 'til sixty-three
When I say this my year
I mean that phrase quite literally
They can't stand my face
They look at me with enmity
Can't get no sympathy
Must be the Dark Knight the way they riddle me
They play with my emotions
want to fiddle me
Want to catch me while I'm driving like I'm Kennedy
But it just can't be me, nah
On my road to a million
Turn nobody into somebody
Just can't be anyone
Put the rose gold on the satin
Draped in Vivienne
And I ain't from the trenches
But I pick up when them trenches call
When them trenches call me
Prayin' for my pension
They just found a pot of gold
Elevate my levels, I'm not doing what I'm told
Father, forgive me for all them times my heart was cold
I talk to Jesus everyday
I pray for Him to keep my soul
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Writer(s): Kye Michael
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