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letra de [bonus track] soul (remix) - terrance moore

[verse 1]
last year was a rough one
the drinks got taller
as i lost my last uncle
my small circle got smaller, huh
i got the gold, guess i’m so ben baller
dreaming that we on the road
when we roll like a scholar
walk up in the building like
“open up your wallets,”
i’ma need them dollars
talk just like a prophet
with my little bit of knowledge, huh
tryna perform to instrumentals
at the prudential and get these thoughts up out my mental
sometimes i feel so f-cking
overworked, i can’t think of words
and i work so much, it’s no time for girls
and i love women, so it f-cking hurts
but my heart in it, so i just can’t squirt
but i’ve got that work
godd-mn work
get my mom a mansion first
then it’s on to camping in amsterdam
roll it up, i don’t give a d-mn

[hook]
you can’t believe everything that shine
especially of cali weed and better wine
hope down the road that we get signed
but won’t trade my soul for a gold mine
(cause i know)

everything that glitters isn’t gold
so i never trade profits for what’s not up in my soul
(let my n-ggas know)
everything that glitters isn’t gold
so i never trade profits for what’s not up in my soul
(let my n-ggas know)

you can trade your bars for an audemars
but you better not trade your soul for a sports car
at least make that sh-t a double r

[verse 2]
i’m a little bit, p-ssed off
cause my sh-t raw, and y’all n-ggas won’t consume it
y’all missed out on so many bars
feeling like mozart, with my music
young bogart, don’t confuse it
canon shoot dope art when i use it
young and cl-ssy, get a little nasty
me & vet wildin’, mopars on a backstreet
need a bad b-tch like c-ssie
that’ll walk with a mogul, not past me
crew full of artists and we mad deep
hope sh-t add up no mathelete
at times i spit so much, i can’t speak
the process when your dreams bleak
and i’m so stressed, that blowin’ weed
don’t help sh-t, but my self esteem
seems like my dream on a rocket
can’t block it, won’t stop
it depend on me, like my family
and i depend on tree
’til i’m mountaintop, that’s canopy
insanity
hope my dreams work out to where i planned they’d be
don’t hate me, i’m just tryna win
sort of like lebron, before he got the ‘ship
once i’m on, i’m not tryna quit
once i’m on, i’m not tryna quit
thinking back to them slave ships
now we got chains and we got whips
and we act like we got no sense
but i won’t lose my conscience
(won’t lose my conscience)
i won’t lose my conscience

[hook]

- terrance moore

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