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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rod Wave
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rodarius Green
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Tahj Vaughn
Songwriter
Rashaad Green
Songwriter
Ryan Hartlove
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TntXD
Producer
Tahj Money
Producer
Shaad K Rounds
Producer
Travis Harrington
Mixing Engineer
Harto Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Conversatin' with Mama, she say I'm in too deep (Deep)
Until my **** rich and free, it's hard to get me some sleep (Sleep, yeah)
It's hard to get me some peace with all the shit that I be battlin'
Too many ups and downs, sometimes I feel like I can't balance it
[Verse 2]
It be challengin'
So many challenges
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Our father (Our father)
It's safe to say times harder
This shit get harder
[Verse 4]
My Pops say, "Son, be smarter, you a artist and a father"
My Unc' say, "Now, be smarter, you a target and regardless
You a leader to them people, and them young **** is watching
Them young **** believe in you, don't let 'em down, be cautious"
[Verse 5]
And I got skills and other things but rich off rappin' pain
So much that came with all this fame, but I remain the same
Hope you don't think 'cause I got chains, that's what made me change
It's just this life got so strange, I had to switch lanes
[Verse 6]
**** pulled up, and I be outside
Laid in the cut like peroxide, yeah
I vowed to be frontline when shots fired
I was out of town that night when **** died, yeah
[Verse 7]
Standing in church, blurry-eyed that I had to confess
I seen my **** laid to rest in his Sunday best
Polo on his head and chest, now that's casket fresh
Wish we would've seen eye to eye before you left
[Verse 8]
And where I'm from, it's a eye for an eye, nothin' else (Nothin' else)
Ain't no love, it ain't no help, every man for theyself
Better watch your homies, keep your skrap or get scrapped to a shelf (Brra)
Ain't no complaining, when it's raining, play the hand you dealt
[Verse 9]
Ain't got no opps, just some **** who mad that I made it
And since you **** mad I made it, pick a casket, baby (Brra)
On the net exaggerating, ain't even half as gangster
It's funny, and it's fascinating how even family hate you
[Verse 10]
Wanna hit the show, but you ain't show up to my graduation
I can't take y'all to the top, I ain't no elevator
Thinkin' of my cousin, Dejah (Oh, God)
Was way in 2013 when she left, I was fifteen when she left
[PreChorus]
They say it won't be long, all I want
Is when the horn blows and when they all cry
[Chorus]
I pray my soul flies
I pray my soul flies
Pray my soul flies
Turn into the fuckin' birds
[PreChorus]
They say it won't be long, no
All I want
Is when the horn blows and when them all cry
[Chorus]
I pray my soul flies
I pray my soul flies
I pray my soul flies
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, mmm
I pray my soul flies, I pray my soul flies
Written by: Rashaad Green, Rodarius Green, Ryan Hartlove, Tahj Vaughn, Thomas Horton