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Free My Soul

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Mama, I made it

Got my chain now

I got that Benz too

I got my Louis Vuitton

And my Gucci shoes

Mama, I made it

Got the choosy folks

I keep some groupy hoes

I got that old Skool with those Lambo doors

But I am scared yeah)

It all ain't enough to free my soul

Lord mama, I made it

F**k what they are talking

Na, it ain't about talent

It's no longer an art

Niggers piss on your canvas

And parade

Okay, so you paved the way

But I rolled the road

Farther than you rolled before

But still you block the road some more

I'm on my last leg and they just

Passing me by

With a sign that say I rap to eat

And both my thumbs in the sky

Damn, when would my time come?

Should I just sell dope?

For money, cars, clothes and hoes?

'Cause they say that's successful

Till a n****r run up all you and unload

'Cause he Po' and you shine

Just like the moon glow

Stunting in your Bentley

But it cost you your soul

When God come to collect

I hope you got what you owe

Mama, I made it

Got my chain now

I got that Benz too

I got my Louis Vuitton

And my Gucci shoes

Mama, I made it

Got the choosy folks I keep some groupy hoes

I got that old Skool with those Lambo doors

But I am scared yeah)

It all ain't enough to free my soul

Lord mama, I made it

Forever dreaming, wishing on a star for help

I give a n****r food for thought

He rather starve himself apart from wealth

I think it was the shine that got us blinded

Not sure of what we reading when we signing

Our life away)

They say ignorance is bliss

But I like to stay

The game is just not records and real shit

They don't like to play

You ghetto famous to us,

You just Bo jangles to them

Tap your feet tip your brim

And sell it back to your king

I don't rap I spit hymns

My God's bigger than them

Try to blacken your heart and

Say were children of men

I sin 'cause I ain't perfect

But I rather save your life then hurt it

Mama, I made it

Got my chain now

I got that Benz too

I got my Louis Vuitton

And my Gucci shoes

Mama, I made it

Got the choosy folks

I keep some groupy hoes

I got that old Skool with those Lambo doors

But I am scared yeah)

It all ain't enough to free my soul

Lord mama, I made it

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