Soul Search

[Intro: Lyrivelli]
Duh-ruh, duh-ruh, ruh-ruh
Duh-ruh, ruh-ruh, ruh-ruh
Duh-ruh, duh-ruh, ruh-ruh
Ruh-ah-uh
Duh-ruh, duh-ruh, ruh-ruh
Duh-duh, duh-duh, duh
Duh-duh, duh-ruh, ruh-ruh

[Hook: Lyrivelli]
Yea, put in my own work
Nigga, I don't nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search

[Verse 1: J Stone]
Started shit out of my trunk
I ain't really need no 'gram
I had to do it myself
Before I could feed my fam'
I ain't really need no label
All I needed was the fans
Alley oop to Nip
Cuz came with a slam
Nigga, we back on road
This time we came with a band
Talking about you blowing the bag
Nigga you came with a band
First get it out the mud
Then go and get some land
Map yo' whole shit out
Then stick to the plan
Rather be sittin' on top
Then sittin' in the can
Niggas be mad at me
Cuz they can't do what I can
Niggas be hatin' on me
Cuz they ain't what I am
I buy the right shells
Bet my shit won't jam
These niggas might tell
Just to stop my plan
I'm in God's hands
Nigga this God's plan
I was a convict
Never a con man
I had to soul search
Find out who I am

[Hook: Lyrivelli & Trae Tha Truth]
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search (yea)
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search (I had to soul search)
I had to soul search (I had to soul search)
I had to soul search (yea)
I had to soul search

[Verse 2: Trae Tha Truth]
I had to run it up (I had to run it up)
But the Devil keep running up (the Devil keep running up)
Ain't no blockin' me coming up (blockin' me coming up)
Play with me, know this gun is up (know this gun is up)
I know niggas be dumb as fuck
Know this too got me pumping up
Got me hoppin' out Hummer trucks
Only pop what the fuck is up
I had to be blinded binded body in the jungle
Concrete inside me, never crumble
Speak shit fluent, never mumble
Million dollar nigga but I'm humble
Lost Nip, Clip even Earl
Everything was fuckin' up my world
Everything changed, had a little girl
Gotta keep it nothing less than thorough
My soul hurt
Feel like I was soul searchin'
Live a life like an open book
I feel like it's a co-verge
Did it all by myself
I feel like I ain't nobody
Niggas stay up out my way
I feel I'll be the shot somebody
Fucked up attitude
I'm known to get aggressive on a nigga
Doin' me, never stressin' on a nigga
Try, I go to prison a nigga
Gotta prob, nigga take it up
Real G, never made it up
One-hunnit for the Hood and me
In this Crip, I got gated it up

[Hook: Lyrivelli & GP45]
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search (yea man)
I had to soul search (yea)
I had to soul search (uh)

[GP45]
I had to soul search
Had to find my own worth
Had to put in my own work
Straight to the blocks skipped homework
I made some careless decisions
I got some homies in prison (I do)
I got some brothers ain't livin'
Take a few chances I did it (and we did)
Look how it panned out
Bossed up I took the man route
Ten toes, had to stand down
Was the man then, I'm the man now
They ain't wanna see my vision
Now they gotta see us winnin'
Workin' it out like it's fitness
I made my way out the trenches
Now we at the top of the buildings
Was just on a block with some killers
My mind on making these millions
Taking care of my ma' so she chilln'
Making sure that the family straight, dawg
They know I'm comin' when they call
Don't shop at the mall, I'm rockin' my own shit
This is designer I made it my own shit
I got the brand straight, no birthday
Get a fam cake on my worst day
Never thirsty, life a marathon
We in first place
Now I'm taking care of the family
Trying to go from grams to grammies
This shit ain't just happen, we planned it
Now the way that we livin', our standard

[Hook: Lyrivelli]
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
Put in my own work
Nigga, I don't need nobody
I had to grow first
Before I could feed anybody
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search
I had to soul search