Testi Never Sell My Soul - Jackboy

Never Sell My Soul

Can’t depend on nobody, you gotta go do it by yourself\nNiggas will bring on what they get, so I never asked a bitch for help\nI’m knowin' they’re playin' for keeps, so I rather post up all alone\nI’m knowin' that bitch a freak, but I’m still alone inside my home\nI just bought a AP and double back, you bought a Patek\nAll this ice on me, I’m guaranteed to keep that pussy wet\nI’m really from out the streets, I rather sell dope than sell my soul\nI swear these niggas ain’t cut like me, they’ll switch for designer clothes\nThese niggas be just like hoes, so I gotta stay up out their lane\nHope you don’t think he can play 'cause I’ma bust that boy lil' brain\nHope you don’t think that he safe, I think he done broke the code\nNiggas show that he was fake, should’ve known he was gon' fold\nI’m goin' up all the way for my city\nI came from nothin', now I got a milli\nI got a glizzy 'cause I catch a nigga\nNo matter where I’m at, I’m clutchin' on pistols\nNo matter what, I’m clutchin' on her raw\nReally thuggin', this a façade\nReally thuggin', probably one of the trillest\nPreachin' on 'em, like I know they feel it\nI’m really in the field, so it not more than past her\nOne false move nigga make, I’m a blast ya\nFirst wrong move that nigga make, he pop\nDrugs and a Glock, done a lick, it be rock\nGotta care boy now or he might go tell\nGotta go do it, I ain’t goin' back to jail\nI ain’t ever fail, like he switch for the mission\nJumped in the water, I ain’t swimmin' with the fishes\nI jumped in the water, came up with baguettes\nFly lil' nigga, put myself on a jet\nFly lil' nigga, turn a nigga to the light\nI’m a hustler, I was sendin' money home from the box\nI’m a hustler, made my own bread when I was in jail\nLike Boosie, I was tryna turn cause hell\nTold my mamma, «I'ma be home soon»\nMamma got no worries, know she raised a goon\nCan’t depend on nobody, you gotta go do it by yourself\nNiggas will bring on what they get, so I never asked a bitch for help\nI’m knowin' they’re playin' for keeps, so I rather post up all alone\nI’m knowin' that bitch a freak, but I’m still alone inside my home\nI just bought a AP and double back, you bought a Patek\nAll this ice on me, I’m guaranteed to keep that pussy wet\nI’m really from out the streets, I rather sell dope than sell my soul\nI swear these niggas ain’t cut like me, they’ll switch for designer clothes\nCan’t depend on nobody, you gotta go do it by yourself\nNiggas will bring on what they get, so I never asked a bitch for help\nI’m knowin' they’re playin' for keeps, so I rather post up all alone\nI’m knowin' that bitch a freak, but I’m still alone inside my home