My Soul Speaking Lyrics

Yeah

Woah

Wrote this shit with my soul

I ain't need a pen

Still on the same shit

Like here we go again

Plotting on that charger

Grinding for a Benz

Know this shit get harder

I Took it on the chin

If it's smoke

It's in the air

Catch me in the wind

Thank god for the load

Now this shit a gym

Don't reach

I teach

I'm knocking off a limb

Half going back

Got too many stems

Knowing for pushing weight

Camo bathing ape

Had to switch the route

Had to change my state

State of mind

But still I'm on the chase

Showed em too much love

Shit my family straight

Wanna be a millionaire

I swear I'm tired of flexing

I'm staying out the club

I know They missed the message

I'm just counting blessings

I'm too connected

Got too many plugs

I got my time invested

My Nîgga OD trying to fight depression

Stepping like a troop

In the booth

I left it

Man on campus

Before I was a freshman

Peeping out the blinds

I'm really obsessive

Knowing to keep that toast

Keep syrup ain't breakfast

Just a bunch of backwoods

I'm clutching my weapon

Can't stand around

Can't help it

I'm selfish

Really smoking out the pound

Can't call it a session

Feel like I'm breathing fire

This really some pressure

Screaming run it up

Trap really a desert

The roof in lost and found

I'm sliding through Bedford

Yeahhh

Wrote this shit with my soul

I ain't need a pen

Still on the same shit

Like here we go again

Plotting on the charger

Grinding for a Benz

Know this shit get harder

Took it on the chin

If it's smoke

It's in the air

Catch me in the wind

Thank god for the load

Now this shit a gym

Don't reach

I teach

I'm knocking if a limb

Half going back

It Got too many stems