Terrance Moore - Soul (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1] Last year was a rough one The drinks got taller As I lost my last uncle My small circle got smaller, huh I got the gold, guess I'm so Ben Baller Dreaming that we on the road When we roll like a scholar Walk up in the building like "Open up your wallets," I'ma need them dollars Talk just like a prophet With my little bit of knowledge, huh Tryna perform to instrumentals At the Prudential and get these thoughts up out my mental Sometimes I feel so f**ing Overworked, I can't think of words And I work so much, it's no time for girls And I love women, so it f**ing hurts But my heart in it, so I just can't squirt But I've got that work Goddamn work Get my mom a mansion first Then it's on to camping in Amsterdam Roll it up, I don't give a damn [Hook] You can't believe everything that shine Especially of Cali weed and better wine Hope down the road that we get signed But won't trade my soul for a gold mine (Cause I know) Everything that glitters isn't gold So I never trade profits for what's not up in my soul (Let my n***as know) Everything that glitters isn't gold So I never trade profits for what's not up in my soul (Let my n***as know) You can trade your bars for an Audemars But you better not trade your soul for a sports car At least make that sh** a double R [Verse 2] I'm a little bit, pissed off Cause my sh** raw, and y'all n***as won't consume it Y'all missed out on so many bars Feeling like Mozart, with my music Young Bogart, don't confuse it Canon shoot dope art when I use it Young and cla**y, get a little nasty Me & Vet wildin', Mopars on a backstreet Need a bad b**h like Ca**ie That'll walk with a mogul, not past me Crew full of artists and we mad deep Hope sh** add up no mathelete At times I spit so much, I can't speak The process when your dreams bleak And I'm so stressed, that blowin' weed Don't help sh**, but my self esteem Seems like my dream on a rocket Can't block it, won't stop It depend on me, like my family And I depend on tree 'Til I'm mountaintop, that's canopy Insanity Hope my dreams work out to where I planned they'd be Don't hate me, I'm just tryna win Sort of like LeBron, before he got the 'ship Once I'm on, I'm not tryna quit Once I'm on, I'm not tryna quit Thinking back to them slave ships Now we got chains and we got whips And we act like we got no sense But I won't lose my conscience (Won't lose my conscience) I won't lose my conscience [Hook]