SOUL GLO
I’m on Probation
Clean money waxing legitimate feels like a non-alternative
Quiet as its kept in the whip, we lit
N***as know what we got hit
To invest on the constant while we tryna live is a prick in our hip

My n***as walk w a limp
You can see the blood in our footprints
You can see the mud in our fingertips and our fingerprints off dirt n***as did

Waiting on the other shoe to drop and it maybe won't fit
Whether it feel comfortable or not n***as gon wear it
Everybody running for a carrot
Caldwell copped Ks w the sheriffs
So any way weget it got merit

Our era is a marketplace of contained demolitions, plеasant distractions under commercial supervision, and affordablе suicidal coping mechanisms

I catch myself picking at them even when I'm bored, awash in the promise that I'll be destroyed
Now picture me overseas medicated, but still, the settlement for all of we've survived sabotaged by guilt

So a n***a stress eats
So a n***a stress eats
So a n***a stress eats

When they brought me to the car, I swear to god I didn't tell
On my life I didn't tell
I'll put myself before my n***a only when the punishment come
As far as law concerned I be the only one