Chris Soul - Hari Kari

Money ain’t real talk you played huh
If I said It I meant I ain’t gone fake nothing
'Gotta chain full of diamonds but i won’t change homie
Cuz I stay with my brothers who keep they hands on me
yeah yeah
If the money don’t move my way
It’s a whole 'lotta food on my plate
Lotta pain boy I bend but don’t break don’t break
Don't break yeah
Okay switched up
Lil homie locked and loaded
Seeking change since the beginning
Devil tryna break my focus
Mama stressed out bout some bogus
I been praying for her
Remember when they count me out but now they thankful for me
I been in my bag
But never glad unless the spirit on me
Cuz if I died today I know my God is sending for me
And all these demons in my mind they tryna tell me lies
But they can never win cuz he the one that’s always aiming for me
Okay I aim at the face
Way too deep can’t drown in the grace
Move too fast like cars in a rav
My faith run deep both knees when I pray
And I just can’t stress
I need no breaks
No keys just push
I’m out no race
My God too good he great
And I just wanna seek his face
Oh wait huh
Ain’t no problem
You can’t solve It’s hari cari
Easy body
Let it breathe
Sorry sorry
Boy get out my way
This is who I am but it’s far from who I’ll be
Money ain’t real talk you played huh
If I said It I meant i ain’t gone fake nothing
Gotta chain full of diamonds but i won’t change homie
Cuz I stay with my brothers who keep they hands on me
yeah yeah
If the money don’t move my way
It’s a whole lotta food on my plate
Lotta pain boy I bend but don’t break don’t break
Ain’t nobody gone take my place
Lotta times I struggled tryna make it my way
I been grinding guranteed that i’ma keep this pace
I can’t make the same mistakes
Tell me where you at
Homie where you been
Opened up my heart I had to let my father in
Struggled with the facts it wasn’t easy to commit
Had to pull up with the set set set
Yeah
On a roll
No time to play no games
I can’t ever entertain
I am me no imitate
Had to talk to God hit the line told em have his way
This just the beginning
Hit the swerve homie was in my lane
This that heat
No fuego
It ain’t come from me he gave the money like a peso
I’ma go and shine get it right
this the vibe for the night
My God everywhere we go like yayo

Written by:
Chris Thompson

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