Never Sell My Soul

(альбом: Jackboy 2 - 2021)

Ayo, Dzimi

Can't depend on nobody, you gotta go do it by yourself
Niggas will bring on what they get, so I never asked a bitch for help
I'm knowing they're playing for keeps, so I rather post up all alone
I'm knowing that bitch a freak, but I'm still alone inside my home
I just bought a AP and double back, you bought a Patek
All this ice on me, I'm guaranteed to keep that pussy wet
I'm really from out the streets, I rather sell dope than sell my soul
I swear these niggas ain't cut like me, they'll switch for designer clothes

These niggas be just like hoes, so I gotta stay up out their lane
Hope you don't think he can play 'cause I'ma bust that boy lil' brain
Hope you don't think that he safe, I think he done broke the code
Niggas show that he was fake, should've known he was gon' fold
I'm going up all the way for my city
I came from nothing, now I got a milli
I got a glizzy 'cause I catch a nigga
No matter where I'm at, I'm clutching on pistols
No matter what, I'm clutching on her raw
Really thugging, this a façade
Really thugging, probably one of the trillest
Preaching on 'em, like I know they feel it
I'm really in the field, so it not more than past her
One false move nigga make, I'm a blast ya
First wrong move that nigga make, he pop
Drugs and a Glock, done a lick, it be rock
Gotta care boy now or he might go tell
Gotta go do it, I ain't going back to jail
I ain't ever fail, like he switch for the mission
Jumped in the water, I ain't swimming with the fishes
I jumped in the water, came up with baguettes
Fly lil' nigga, put myself on a jet
Fly lil' nigga, turn a nigga to the light
I'm a hustler, I was sending money home from the box
I'm a hustler, made my own bread when I was in jail
Like Boosie, I was tryna turn [?] cause hell
Told my mamma, "I'ma be home soon"
Mamma got no worries, know she raised a goon

Can't depend on nobody, you gotta go do it by yourself
Niggas will bring on what they get, so I never asked a bitch for help
I'm knowing they're playing for keeps, so I rather post up all alone
I'm knowing that bitch a freak, but I'm still alone inside my home
I just bought a AP and double back, you bought a Patek
All this ice on me, I'm guaranteed to keep that pussy wet
I'm really from out the streets, I rather sell dope than sell my soul
I swear these niggas ain't cut like me, they'll switch for designer clothes

Can't depend on nobody, you gotta go do it by yourself
Niggas will bring on what they get, so I never asked a bitch for help
I'm knowing they're playing for keeps, so I rather post up all alone
I'm knowing that bitch a freak, but I'm still alone inside my home