[Intro]
Thug holiday, I hope all you niggas make it
(Rich makin' hits)
[Chorus]
Thug holiday, I hope all you niggas make it
You know that karma real and to all we forsake it
I'm dancing with the devil, I had dealings in with Satan
But God got my back and I know that I'ma make it
Label say "Sell yo' soul, it'll equal out to greatness"
Hell no, I can't go, I'm so humble, I'm so patient
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul?
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul? Shoulda grind it out, be patient
[Verse 1]
They told me 6 you wrong, why you dissing on they loved ones?
Every time a nigga die, why they family playing victim?
Yo' son was out here thuggin', claim he smoking all my niggas
I told him all that talking make them shooters come and get 'em (Blatt)
I told him all that talking make my 6's slide and kill 'em
I told him and I warned him, why the fuck he ain't listen? (Dummy)
Warning came before destruction, guess they met the consequences
Out of town niggas want beef, this right here none yo' business
This right here none yo' business
'Cause a lot of niggas dead, bloodshed, revenge and killing
This right here none yo' business
'Cause a lot of niggas dead, bloodshed, revenge and killing
[Chorus]
Thug holiday, I hope all you niggas make it
You know that karma real and to all we forsake it
I'm dancing with the devil, I had dealings in with Satan
But God got my back and I know that I'ma make it
Label say "Sell yo' soul, it'll equal out to greatness"
Hell no, I can't go, I'm so humble, I'm so patient
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul?
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul? Shoulda grind it out, be patient
[Verse 2]
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul? Should've grinded, I'll be humble
They wanna see you fall and they wanna see you crumble
They wanna see you trip and they wanna see you stumble
You finally got that sack and they wanna see you fumble
I can't trust nobody
(Why the fuck you sold yo' soul? Shoulda grind it out, be patient)
I can't trust nobody
(My shooters in that jam and they under interrogation)
(6)
[Chorus]
Thug holiday, I hope all you niggas make it
You know that karma real and to all we forsake it
I'm dancing with the devil, I had dealings in with Satan
But God got my back and I know that I'ma make it
Label say "Sell yo' soul, it'll equal out to greatness"
Hell no, I can't go, I'm so humble, I'm so patient
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul?
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul? Shoulda grind it out, be patient
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Well, that was some real shit right there, boy
How you gon' need cops? Shit
[Outro]
Why the fuck you sold yo' soul?
Shoulda grind it out, be patient
I can't trust nobody
Souled was written by Rich Makin Hits & Foolio.
Souled was produced by Rich Makin Hits.