Danpagne - So Soulful lyrics

[Verse 1: Danpagne] Still I'm so soulful In a world that I got no hope for Man, It's real in the field Black or white, that's our people getting k**ed Whether it's the d** or the f**ing pigs I can't watch the news, it makes me f**ing sick Can't you see the media tryna put us against eachother? White black latino I don't care we brothers You must be blind to believe it's a racial thing What you see on tv, that's what they make you think Straight like that, they don't wanna see us come together They rather us k** eachother, sell d** for cheddar And get caught in the system under pressure I rather die 'bout mine than to think I was gon' surrender I don't got time for b**hes, all they do is gon' stress ya And my old b**h with a new man that can't love her better Talk about under pressure, people looting, people shooting Thinking should I keep a gun in the drawer or on the dresser? Anything can happen, you should keep that sh** in arms reach Matter fact, i think I should keep that sh** on me People k**ing for Js and SnapBacks from Don C Meanwhile, I'm at Barneys shopping for Givenchy So I got used to the "look over my shoulder" life I roll a dice, you can't relate to this if you don't know the price Yea I plan to save the game, and Ima overwrite On any name before me cuz I ain't heard sh**, to me ya'll just over-hyped They too busy educating kids how to pour a double cup I was one of them, that sh**'ll have you nothing but f**ing stuck A roller coaster ride that I forgot to buckle up I don't know if I walked the tight rope or played Double Dutch I'm still hustling though, if you asked me I woulda answered back "hustle what?" You know That "If you need it, I got it" sh** I dabbled with pills but Maryjane was my bottom b**h 16 selling to single moms and college kids Take you on a field trip to this real sh** Now it's proving 'em wrong worth more than a meal tick Cuz it'd be priceless seeing those faces real sick Elders tried to regulate me, I ain't hear sh** I said f** em cuz someone said sky's the limit And I broke thru the ceiling Take my 2 cents, new friends create loose ends Ill just take a few Ms, and let me paint the coupe red, and always give you that soulful sh**