Tyrell Forrest - $oul Lyrics

Spawn of Satan that's all I'm saying
But don't let me get some gold
To tell the truth they want you broke
I make it big then they'll go
They're gonna think I sold my soul
They gone think I sold my soul
I make it big and then they'll go
They gone think I sold my soul
Drug addict that can't leave the basement
Face it I'll never be famous It's too hard to make it
Cause I can't pretend to be basic
I rap with a purpose this person sounds like the next person
My style just cannot be purchased
I'm to busy sounding like satan resurfaced
I'm the son of God like mom was virgin
Handsome ass devil I just knew how to merge it
Excused your bullshit I'm allergic
My drive drove me to drink but my lane got me swerving
My hands on the wheel but I ain't the on that's turning
My head is ahead and its to late to reverse it
They're going to hate me when I start buying shit
They'll hate me when I get a nice crib
If you do you stay true can't help but rule with an iron fist
People want real I'm supplying it
But don't let me get some gold
To tell the truth they want you broke
I make it big then they'll go
They're gonna think I sold my soul
They gone think I sold my soul
I make it big and then they'll go
They gone think I sold my soul
If you ever list they don't call you blessed
They call you devilish have you thinking you beheaded your own necklace
Rock a Jesus piece they want you locked out of heaven
Bitch made ass niggas dropped you off at your entrance
You can always talk truth til people paying attention
Regardless of the sense that you make in a sentence
They gone think you're trying to make cents off a sentence
If a prophet makes profit then they paint him a menace
And I'm seeing at the end business is business
To be honest Im the type to wipe my ass with your feelings
I don't give a f*ck who knows I'm not here to conceal it
My name marks a beast like I'm wearing the triple 6
God a girl with the double the head that likes horn I'll assist her
My eyes bloody red I got weed in my system spit fire when I talk
Damn I'm showing the symptoms
The way they talk behind my back you'd think heaven evict him
I'm an angel ain't never far from grace
Devil's angels yea they're always giving chase
These people change crossover like Wade
One day it's love then the next day is hate
Brighten up and these niggas throw shade
Just remember both days I got paid
Ain't that some great shit to say
Both days I got paid
But don't let me get some gold
To tell the truth they want you broke
I make it big then they gone go
They're gonna think I sold my soul
They gone think I sold my soul
I make it big and then they'll go
They gone think I sold my soul
They gone think I sold my soul