My Soul

Real life

I learned like

**** be more happy when you just living it now

When I live in my past, it be depression

And when I live in the future, it turned into anxiety

Shit really be fuckin' with my sobriety for real

Now, I'm back on the road (Uh)

And we only eight deep, but everybody toting a pole

You might see me fifty deep, think most of them gon' fold (For real)

I still got a Glock on me, but most of them don't know (Shhh)

Riding to the riches, it was lonely on that road (Uh)

Everybody hit the washer rinse, but Herb had to carry the load (You know that)

**** bitches talking like they want to blitz, but just give a hit

And we was really really with the shits, before the whips, I was jumping the fence, uh

Put 'em in cement, then I ride in tint (Let's get it)

When I go through shit, ain't got nobody to vent to

If he ain't go on hits, you can't talk about what he meant to you

Pussy

And they don't owe me shit, still to do this while I'm rich

I still bang M's, don't know if I'ma go to hell

Hope I see heaven with my granny, praying I prevail

G Herbo

I'm still ducking cells, don't know if I'm gonna go to jail

Tote a Glock at night, and I know they ain't gonna give me bail (Damn)

Trying to do right, still doing wrong, so I know it's hard to tell (Damn)

I never tell on ****, although I know it ain't hard to tell (Fuck 'em)

You don't know who I fuck with, yeah, I make it hard to tell (Fuck 'em)

Never wrote Mawley a letter, although I know they ain't hard to mail

You know I love you

I was hanging with grown men like Slug and Real 'cause I was advanced

Lotta **** be talking for clout, they was in the house when I was in jams

Remember I had to run my route, I kick a bitch out just like she Pam

It's 6 a.m. in the stu' in L.A., I flew straight from the Yams

Skyami

Remember my first time in my Miami, I'm like damn (Damn)

Now I fuck up 50k a weekend, ain't even caring

Pulled up to the stu' in high seaters, truth or dare'n

Now I pull up in that two-seater, new McLaren

Now I pull up in that black truck, Kevlar'd up

I pulled up in every single whip, now I don't get no fuck

I didn't ran through twenty/thirty whips, now I don't get no fuck

Fucked it up, I fucked up way too many M's, what the fuck?!

What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck?! What the fuck?!

**** can't tell me about no sack, **** can't tell me about no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, mmmmmmhm, 'bout no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, **** can't tell me about no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, mmmmmmhm, 'bout no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, **** can't tell me about no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, mmmmmmhm, 'bout no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, **** can't tell me about no sack

**** can't tell me about no sack, mmmmmmhm, 'bout no sack

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