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letra de soulle$ - trigga trav

[intro]
you know sometimes in life; i be feelin like a f-ckin rebelutionary…
pray for me!

[verse 1]
(yo)
n-gg-s be in it for the moment, gotta watch the vultures
hit you when you at your lowest, just keep your composure
and get that paper, n-gg- never fold up
and where the roll up, i’m smoking until my lungs exploding
(uh)
remember i was over hopeless
felt like heath ledger, minus the overdoses;
stomach in knots, mind going missing
palms itching, readjust position
road getting rocky, n-gg-s turning shiesty
mistress turn to wifey;
hero turn to sidekick (f-ck)
in the beginning it was so unlikely
i’m getting wiser, nowadays the nonsense don’t surprise me
(nah)
f-ck it got my soul in the open
focus on the goal as my last day approaching
and if i die today, remember it was spoken
that my soul is golden
damaged, never broken;
and tell these n-gg-s that i’m chosen
devil on my shoulders
but i listen to jehovah
i’m so soulful, yet soul-less
but i’m still focused, dedicated and devoted

[bridge]
but n-gg- what’s ya go-to (x2)
b-tch i got that old school
(uh)
and n-gg-s finna melt the pro-tools
and n-gg- what you gone do
n-gg- what you want to
and n-gg- what you gone do
n-gg- what you-
(check, uh)

[verse 2]
n-gg-s this sh-t better than some soul food
lately i been famished gotta eat like i’m supposed to
i’m tryna make a million off my vocals
and i be in the booth like that’s my office f-ck the oval
i need it all in total, tryna do it for my city and the locals
don’t need no permission, i need chicken and promotions n-gg-
coins and tokens, like trigga you the coldest;
b-tch i’m too prolific, over heads like roller coasters n-gg-
so roll this smoke up, kick it like soul calibur
never been average, when i spit it’s a travesty
gradually a masterpiece, n-gg- i am your majesty;
and i be late fashionably
to your wake just to crash ya sh-t
evil politics, soul liftin out the innocent
n-gg-s act like they ain’t used to criminals for president
but f-ck it, that’s irrelevant
and i know that it’s evident
i’m creepin through the crevices
and poppin up like blemishes
i got my soul all in a telescope

- trigga trav

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