Trillest Soul

Trillest Soul, Aubren Jay Tall, dark, and ghutta; from the country big homie I was inspired by the hustle, so I ran with the homies Big Man T from G Town, he named me Soulja the homie G County 409, Southside to H town Where we say hol' up, what it do, and mane I'm coming down I'm banging screw Chunking up the duece; my swisher full of loud I'm with the crew We all making plays, but we don't play around It's ABK, anybody killer Chopper lay em down Protect ya self That burner tucked beneath the belt Thank the Lord that I'm alive, cause it's a blessing that I'm here But I been ready to die For my fam I'm down to ride Mess with them it's homicide In the twinkling of an eye, them bullets ripping through the sky I'm a catch em by surprise, them bullets ripping through his spine Pray to God my soul to keep, cause I be tripping in my mind Pray that God reveal the truth, I know the devil is a lie Demons working overtime But I'm working even harder, and that never stops the grind But the grind don't stop the pain, and you can see it in my eyes I jus want to disappear, but don't know how to say goodbye I been here for long enough, so let me see the other side Dark ways, dark heart, dark mindset Lord give me the light in dark so I can progress Trying to build a legacy before I'm in a coffin Im working on me defense, that's gone build for better offense Back like MJ in 96, I pick and roll Hit the double play, hit the double cross, and bust a move I can shoot the Jay, or fade away, or pass the alley oop Rebound like Dennis Rodman Ron Harper with the jumper You can't beat my team, we see no defeat Mortal Combat with the gang, flawless victory Always gotta thank the man above for watching over me 10 toes fully down and flat footed stomped as you can be Hol' up