Young Zoe - Soul For Real

It's the Legion, baby
And niggas always like, nigga, you gotta
At least niggas know what it is, what it is
Fuck I'ma do, uh

Doin' more to survive when we hustlin' in, yay
Gettin' more money when I stay out the way, way
Keep a stick, tell them lames I don't play
You the opposition if you beefin' with the gang, gang

Shit change, still stickin' to the script
Real niggas still don't snitch
Shit change, still stickin' to the script
Yeah, this shit'll hit your soul for real

Hey, hey, hey
I swear this shit'll hit your soul for real
Hey, hey
It was made to hit your soul for real

You a lame if it don't hit your soul for real
Uh, yeah
You was raised with a silver spoon
I was raised to grip the tool

You was raised to get good grades
But I was skippin' school
Knockin' niggas out and stealin' cars
When it ain't shit to do

Sellin' candy in front of the store
Just to get some food
Different rules a nigga was taught
But I abide by

Watchin' cars come down the block
Might be a drive-by
I knew my mom was doin' them drugs
But turned a blind eye

The coldest part, my brothers gave it to her
That's the hindsight
My eyesight is clearer now
A nigga got older

But ever since I lost my brother's man
My heart has been colder
We just knocked on some niggas
Now I'm lookin' over my shoulder

The house got raided
Niggas was sellin' dope to the rollers
In my homies hood
They was sharin' blocks with my opps

I'm tryin' to get my bundle off
Not knowin' if I'ma get shot
But that's the sacrifice I made
I wasn't havin' a choice

This for every Hood, nigga
Feel like he lackin' a voice
Ayy
Doin' more to survive

When we hustlin', ayy, ayy
Gettin' more money
When I stay out the way, way
Keep a stick, tell them lames I don't play

You the opposition
If you beefin' with the gang, gang
Shit change, still stickin' to the script
Real niggas still don't snitch

Shit change, still stickin' to the script
Yeah
This shit'll hit your soul for real
Ayy, ayy, ayy

I swear this shit'll hit your soul for real
Ayy, ayy
It was made to hit your soul for real
You a lame if it don't hit your soul for real

Real shit, man
Listen
Oh, oh, oh
Dippin' with my moms

We livin' from couch to couch
Twelve elementary schools
We movin' from house to house
Tryna run from my pops

He swingin' to knock her out
And when she drop
I thought I had to give her mouth to mouth
Stayin' with the fam

So moms could take a break
It's hard to be comfortable
With molestation takin' place
But what you supposed to do

When your pop's in the pen
Your mom's gone
Cause she can't stay on top of the rent
And people wanna ask

Why I flock to the streets
In the beginning
The streets was a better father to me
Tryna be the dopest nigga

I could possibly be
I done did shit
Tomorrow ain't promised to me
I prayed to the Lord

For the sins that I've committed
And I'm still doin' wrong
I just ask for your forgiveness
If you not gon' relate

I just ask you keep your distance
If you real
You gon' open up your mind
And take a listen, ayy

Doin' more to survive
When we hustlin', ayy, ayy
Gettin' more money
When I stay out the way, way

Keep a stick
Tell them lanes I don't play
You the opposition
If you beefin' with the gang, gang

Shit change
Still stickin' to the script
Real niggas
Still don't switch

Shit change
Still stickin' to the script
Yeah
This shit'll hit your soul

For real
Hey, hey, hey
I swear this shit'll hit your soul
For real

If, hey
It was made to hit your soul
For real
You were lame

If it don't hit your soul
For real

Written by:
Alonzo Eaton

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