Soul Talk

Yeah I ain’t perfect So I believe I’m always growing And if you ain’t heard this Best believe you should be going Little jokes Big truth And if you f*ck around Then one day It gon pick you Got a lot of things I need to get to Got a lot of things You never went thru You know what dope means It means regret too Don’t let it get you And f*ck your set too Two fingers Two hands I question myself Go find out where you stand I hold my ground Like a food stand Or like a group dance Go find my loose pants Never hungry Nana didn’t do the food stamps Shit feel funny Like I’m sleeping in a nude camp Ain’t it something When you turn The age to do that Shit who knew that I could go And bring cool back Looking like JT Cooling like AC Dancing like swayze Singing like swae lee It’s f*ck you, pay me You know the words Don’t ever let them hurt Don’t lose the drive to search I’m from Pico 60 and the 605 And when I’m televised I’ll shout out Jim’s fries Fed me all them times When I have it all it the time I’m tryna say But I’ve become my worst enemy I believe In energy But everything’s worth Questioning Diamonds wouldn’t be If they aint have shit pressuring Yeah and that’s real My g