I'm still steppin', I'm still grindin', I'm just tryna make a way
Them niggas ain't bout it, yeah, I can see it in they face
Everybody a target when you just tryna get your cake
Stop sayin' you love me, man, I can't feel it anyway
I cut the weight off, I don't f*ck with niggas like I'm Adolf
In a different whip, that shit the color of my lay dawg
With frog eyes, I just can't believe that all my dogs died
I just want them niggas see me ballin' til my soul cry
Still in that trap, I'm just tryna get right, I'm tryna get it
How you rat? I don't get it, that's cap
Them niggas bitches, so I can't play, dawg
Had a fiend testin', he just told me it's a eight, dawg
Knew I was different, so I just sold it and went AWOL
Yeah, and that's facts, dancing with the devil
I got them all on my back now
Prayin' up to God, I'm just sayin' that I can't lack now
I'm a born sinner, I know it, so check my background
This for my dogs and my folks
So raise your glass, let's make a toast now
I been told you we gon' ball do the most
I been told you we gon' ball do the most now
I been told you we gon' ball do the most
I been told you we gon' ball do the most now
This for my dawgs and my folks
So raise your glass, let's make a toast now
I been told you we gon' ball do the most
I been told you we gon' ball do the most
I been told you we gon' ball do the most
I been told you we gon' ball do the most now
Stanmp, Soul child
Soul Of the motherf*ckin' trap, yeah