Still Smokin' - Windows

Window to my soul I just open the curtains
Lots of people these days are into soul searching
But follow people who treat souls like they're worthless
But I'm wrong cuz I won't confide and let my soul be purchased
Why would I risk my soul for the sake of fortune
I'd rather take my chances battling the horseman

I've battled a lot demons I still ain't in a coffin
Story of my life I'll be damned if I ain't the author
So many people can't relate cuz get extorted
They gas you niggas up just to leave you exhausted
They maximise your pain and take your soul for hostage
And On the rainy days I pray that god turns off the faucet

When around negativity gotta fix ya orbit
Fix your mentality for the knowledge to be absorbent
If you the smartest in yo class then you change the course
But you gotta be open to change cuz you can not force it
I ride solo cuz I don't need any reinforcement
I can torch ya cuz this volcano is far from dormant
If I call niggas they on the job like I was employin
So I'm hear the bring noise so you can no longer ignore me
Music gave me purpose so I return the favour
I try to remove faking from they choice of flavour
Cuz These days being real makes you a freak of nature
And the more you keep it real
The more they start to hate ya

I'm determined to be the one who controlling my future
They wanna be at the table but require a booster
My niggas really hustle they up before the rooster
And now a days theres more internet thugs than shooters

If being fake gets you a check it's worth getting paid
If you ain't paid to be yo self how are you self made
Would you rather be in the shadows or casting the shade
That's my Conscience before I put the clip in and spray
At all of these rappers
I'm deleting they chapters
They outta out time closing they capsule
The flow divine, something like the rapture
You can imitate the flow but the realness you'll never capture

Word
2 Middle fingers to all of they masters
I'm not the one to come after
Got mind control over these debos
If not we'll iron em out like fresh clothes
Watching my moves just to get popped thru the peephole
Now he just a lawn chair with a weak fold
Now they saying R.I.P for another lost soul
So I put my life in lyrics and let it bleed slow
Cuz I'm tired of my niggas going out before we get old

Written by:
Austellous Cherry

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