Soul Vibez

I still ain't dealt with the fact, my mama ain't coming back
Tryna hold on to her voice in my head but it's clouded by all of this weed and this liquor
I came a long way from the trap, writing 16s right in front of some shit that'll take your Whole life and it won't give it back
Damn, ok, demons appear in my dreams, showing me things I wish I'd never seen
Talking to me in a language so dark, to tell you the truth I don't know what it means
But I'm cut from a cloth that they no longer make so the strength in my soul you can't find In your genes
I done seen everything under the sun except God and a nigga that's better than me
Take a look in the eyes of a guy that done lost everything and I never complained
Enjoying the sun but prepared for the rain, dirt on my name but it's cool cause that's part Of the game
All I know is the grind, the hunger, the struggle, the gutter
The hustle, make something from nothing, take care of my people so they don't know Suffering

Can you roll up another one?
Can you pour up another one?
I gotta rock by my lonely 'cause niggas play homie until it get real
And that's when they show you when push come to shove in the field that it's kill or be Killed
And if kill or be killed is the mind that we in, I have no problem with spinning and sinning
And sending whatever 'til cartridges empty
I promised myself when it come to my city
In terms of the flow won't nobody forget me
In terms of the flow won't nobody forget me

I done took loss after loss
Tryna invest in my wealth and success
Praying to God 'til I'm all out of breath
And I still give my all, you can tell by the scars
And i still ain't nowhere near the top
I climb and I drop, and I climb and I drop
Looking at niggas who rapping 'bout stacking and trapping and clapping who never seen Static on blocks
When will this capping shit stop?
I suppose after one of these rappers get shot
And I'm all out of tears or a fuck I can give
My reply to the news, "It is what it is"
Bust down a 'gar and get back to my business

Can you roll up another one?
Can you pour up another one?
I gotta rock by my lonely 'cause niggas play homie until it get real
And that's when they show you when push come to shove in the field that it's kill or be Killed
And if kill or be killed is the mind that we in, I have no problem with spinning and sinning
And sending whatever 'til cartridges empty
I promised myself when it come to my city
In terms of the flow won't nobody forget me
In terms of the flow won't nobody forget me