Soul Right

[Intro]

Smooth, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?

Too motherfuckin' smooth, bitch, yeah

Bald head, head like a baby, a baby ass, bitch, yeah

Yeah, Kane

Here to motherfuckin' remain, yeah

Uh, bitch nigga

It's still fuck police, too

Yeah, nigga, yeah

[Verse 1]

Rest in peace Terence Crutcher, motherfuck Betty Shelby (Fuck that bitch)

I never wish death but bitch, find a hollow tip and inhale it

When Taz drove off with two kilos, I told him we should mail it

And now we gone up the river, they seen my nigga sellin'

Nigga killed the police in Dallas, that's probably fake news

Why they knock him off with robotics, R2D2s?

Everything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through

I sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move

Shakin' all these nutso niggas off the roof, off the record

Ball without a motherfuckin' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard

Life a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's

I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah

[Chorus]

Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah

I pour it up and get my soul right

[Verse 2]

East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)

Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)

Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby

Bitch, I weigh that shit up in my crib, I think your scale shady

Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, bitch, I facilitate

Fucked some niggas off but I also done set some niggas straight

Way back when Harold's and Lincolns is all a nigga ate

And every day I fuck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh

Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket

Three things that occur to show you if you and your niggas solid

Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon

I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah (Blessings, blessings)

[Chorus]

Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah

I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah

'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah

So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah

Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah

I still broke it down and it was all white, yeah

I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah

I still pray the Lord'll get my soul right