Demrick - Soul Needs Saving lyrics

(Verse) I was block raises where the blocks raised and em shots graced My n***a Ghana, we aborde planet back in those days f** a low fade, I had two brains, dreams packed up in a suitcase Two steps away from a dope case, bad registration and dope plates I had no place, seein' all the sh** that I did 20 pounds rolled down at the crib I got shotgun yeah in the door frame, own a gun ya gotta know how to aim Way befo I eva thought about the rap game As a way out I had it all weighed out I'mma get payed in the day that I fade out Changed on the hustle but I'm still on the same route Layn kush on the raw paper, still think about how life changes Chase heavy with the kilo, the results can be quite dangerous But I worry bout tomorrow later, feel the whole world owed me a favor Said it all(?) on stages Say wrap yo fame for the money and the game I think my soul needs savin' (Hook) I think my soul needs savin' I think my soul needs savin' I think my soul needs savin' (Verse 2) Lemme put it all in perspective: I know I live reckless I should have took my bread and invested 'Stead, I went and bought a necklace And I don't give a sh**, I don't give a f** I don't really care about much All the nights that I stayed up, drunk and blazed up n***as know wa**up Had to work this hard just to get this far, ain't lookin' back now Put a hater in the background, before I back down We gon' go down just like ? n***a In the club, no packdown, n***a Caught yo band in the mend, goldgetters Just mad cuz yo plan don't fit us No prince, no blood, no witness Name dragged thru the mud like b**hes do Still made it thru, I'm livin' proof f** an interview, n***a tell the truth When I'm in the booth, keep the bullsh** minimal And what am I to do when they try to roll thru I got both cuts blazin' Always keep wantin' the change I think my soul needs savin' (Hook) I think my soul needs savin' I think my soul needs savin' I think my soul needs savin' (Verse 3) I want the world in the palm of my hand Failure ain't a part of the plan Turn my art into money like wham Gone to think it all started from a blunt and a gram And will neva understand, the supply and demand Either a couple grams wrapped in rubber bands To a hunid grand for an advance n***as k** for it, somebody gon' die for it Shots go fly thru the sky, momma cry Yellin' why boy? And I ain't been sober for more than a few days in a long time Ain't get high, man, just gettin' by So much sh** on my mind, I don't wanna cross that line But it might be too late, some n***as just too fake But I can't deal wicha, or chill wicha Think you been around in the first place? So I neva gave in, I caved(?) in The grind is only motivation I die for the day it ever gaves in Body line code on the pavement (Hook) I think my soul needs savin' I think my soul needs savin' I think my soul needs savin'