I Want Your Soul

It's Monday, I'm strapped, An I'm right back outside with it You don't wanna pop out, I feel like you're hiding But it's okay, tryna catch you, I'm making the first move But it's kinda lame, I gotta search for you But it's on sight, know I'm burning you fashoo I'm skied up in all black, but I want you to see me I'm dressed for the cameras, I know if they catch me, I'm gon' be on TV Plus, I'm on parole, so I'm supposed to be back on the curfew But instead, I'm out tryna murk you You hurt me, I don't wanna hurt you, I want your soul, okay Easy to catch you, bitch, I got my ways Hotbox my whip until you come outside to play Crazy, I done had to do this same routine for days But once I burn your face, I feel like everything's gon' be okay And when those street lights come on And you feel like you're safe and sound Why does it have to be that way When you can just come outside and play Now it's your fault that I got demons back controlling me Up 3 o'clock, plotting your murder, I can't go to sleep You'll li fee a bop, I blow ha back out, Keep her close to me Just to get close to you so I can roll you and smoke you like weed You crazy if you think I'm gon' forgive you for not smoking me But I'll forgive you if you let me come kiss you wit heat 223s, I just got them from bro and a new Glock 19 Soon as I put you up I'll hit my knees, Allah , forgive me, please Cause I'm back on that bullshit And you know how I do shit No, I ain't mean to lose it But it should be understood Why I smoked him ?Look what he did me God, I know you're not clueless And now it's Monday, I'm strapped an I'm right back outside with it You don't wanna pop out, I feel like you hiding But it's okay, tryna catch you, I'm making the first move But it's kinda lame, I gotta search for you, but it's on sight Know, I'm burning you for sure I'm skeed up in all black, but I want you to see me I'm dressed for the cameras, I know if they catch me, I'm gon' be on TV Plus, I'm on parole, so I'm supposed to be back on the curfew But instead, I'm out tryna murk you You hurt me, I don't wanna hurt you, I want your Soul okay Easy to catch you, bitch, I got my ways Hotbox my whip until you come outside to play Crazy, I done had to do the same routine for days But once I burn your face, I feel like everything's gon' be okay BITCH