CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Pure Souls
Lyrics from Live Performance
sh*t change when you famous
I remember back before the chains we was nameless
Went through stages just to hop on new stages
Open up your eyes, n***as only entertainers
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Jesus saved my soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
I've been at the top shinin' like a light pole
And I'm just a product of what a n***a was raised in
The money sanctified, so I gotta say it again
They said that I was mad at the GRAMMYs
But I'm lookin' at my grammy right now
Pulled up on Ye, and I said "They don't understand me"
I just want my dawg to pipe down
'Cause when you really came from the trenches
You was raised in the trenches
You feel like you trail blazed for the trenches
I hope God can forgive me for the days that I was sinnin'
The truth is only what you get away with, huh?
I said, "The truth is only what you get away with, huh?"
Ayy, that's why a lot of these n***as be fakin', huh
Made it through the trials and tribulations, huh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Well, well, here goes, well, here goes, well, here goes
I was one of them weirdos of the pure soul
That would go to the flea market to buy fake clothes
Every color Girbaud's, every cutless is cold
Every cousin that stole, every summer was cold
Out of all of the Moes, out of all of the Folks
After all of the jokes, I'm the one that was chose
All of my friends love to gang bang
How we in my car, and you say we ain't in the same lane?
When we both had Pelles on
And we was scammin' for the prom before Chief Keef was "Bang, Bang"
With drugs in the car, without drugs in the car
We still get locked up for the same thing
People still got jokes
Forty-four, tellin' me I'm still not folks
And I'm the only n***a went to the White House
And said "free the old man"
Every day I put my life on the line to feed the whole clan
Your personal worst's not what a person is worth
Now I can give a dollar to every person on Earth
Man, it's gotta be God's plan
Man, I swear these boys keep playin'
We gon' have to square up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
It ain't how it used to be
This the new me, so get used to me
It ain't how it used to be
This the new me, so get used to me
Lookin' in the mirror, it's the truth of me
Lookin' at my kids, it's the proof of me
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Father, Holy Spirit, let loose on me
Father, I'm yours exclusively
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Father, Holy Spirit, let loose on me
Father, I'm yours exclusively
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Jesus gon' help me free
sh*t change when you famous
I remember back before the chains we was nameless
Went through stages just to hop on new stages
Open up your eyes, n***as only entertainers
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Jesus saved my soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)
I've been at the top shinin' like a light pole
And I'm just a product of what a n***a was raised in
The money sanctified, so I gotta say it again
They said that I was mad at the GRAMMYs
But I'm lookin' at my grammy right now
Pulled up on Ye, and I said "They don't understand me"
I just want my dawg to pipe down
'Cause when you really came from the trenches
You was raised in the trenches
You feel like you trail blazed for the trenches
I hope God can forgive me for the days that I was sinnin'
The truth is only what you get away with, huh?
I said, "The truth is only what you get away with, huh?"
Ayy, that's why a lot of these n***as be fakin', huh
Made it through the trials and tribulations, huh, yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Well, well, here goes, well, here goes, well, here goes
I was one of them weirdos of the pure soul
That would go to the flea market to buy fake clothes
Every color Girbaud's, every cutless is cold
Every cousin that stole, every summer was cold
Out of all of the Moes, out of all of the Folks
After all of the jokes, I'm the one that was chose
All of my friends love to gang bang
How we in my car, and you say we ain't in the same lane?
When we both had Pelles on
And we was scammin' for the prom before Chief Keef was "Bang, Bang"
With drugs in the car, without drugs in the car
We still get locked up for the same thing
People still got jokes
Forty-four, tellin' me I'm still not folks
And I'm the only n***a went to the White House
And said "free the old man"
Every day I put my life on the line to feed the whole clan
Your personal worst's not what a person is worth
Now I can give a dollar to every person on Earth
Man, it's gotta be God's plan
Man, I swear these boys keep playin'
We gon' have to square up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
We gon' have to send it up then
It ain't how it used to be
This the new me, so get used to me
It ain't how it used to be
This the new me, so get used to me
Lookin' in the mirror, it's the truth of me
Lookin' at my kids, it's the proof of me
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Father, Holy Spirit, let loose on me
Father, I'm yours exclusively
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Father, Holy Spirit, let loose on me
Father, I'm yours exclusively
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Devil get behind me, I'm loose, I'm free
Jesus gon' help me free
