Your Soul Needs Help

[Intro:]
"Your soul needs help. And this is something you can do a little bit of something everyday, to help your insides, you see, like, like, like, like, y-y-your insides, are more important if you can understand it, because they support everything that you radiate towards everybody that you come in contact with, can feel that."

(OnCue)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, they say stop singing man, stop singing, where the fuck the bars at, bro? I drop some shit like this, motherfuckers, it get like, five strеams. Fuck you

[Verse 1]
Turn it back like rotor phones, XXL, Rolling Stone
ASL, try 'n bonе, AIM writing flows
Tryna stack bread, stack chips, like I sold my soul
Why they always biting on my shit? I need some Cortizone

Did it livin' motor home, pop it out, then smoke and stoned
Momma cryin' all alone, but act strong, you know the tone
If you went toe to toe with trauma and you held your own
Don't get me yelling like I'm drama, that's my fucking zone

My lawyer told me, "Boy, start meditatin'"
I told him, "Nah, I'm good, this my medication"
You hear this shit now, bro? I'm levitatin'
Could've took the easy road, but I knew it was better waitin'

Yeah, aye, I ain't got no trepidations
I just got reservations, for two, at eight P.M
Won't stop 'til I'm a walking human A.T.M
Won't stop 'til my status is stadium, aye

To my girl in that baby Benz
I done seen a lot of shit, dog, I got a crazy lens
I just need them frames, Cartier
Four days, party straight, then it's back to the page

I ain't never slam the brakes, I am, one of the greats
Not sayin' that to flakes, you could see it in my face, I mean it
God damn I'm a genius
I don't know where my team is, we 'bout to ball out at Neiman's

Bench pressing my ghosts, exercising my demons
So raise your glass for a toast, for the ones who seen it, aye
Who seen it from the jump, I could ride up on this shit for like a month
Real shit, dooog, aye, aye