Never Sxll My Soul ft. SLIMEY MATIC & TrickyRick Lyrics

Never sell my soul never sell my soul

(No)

Do this on my own I will never fold

(Go Ricky)

Factual with lyrics yeah I'm hella bold

(Okay)

Do this on my own finna get this gold

Never sell my soul never sell my soul

(No we won't)

Do this on my own I will never fold

(On our own)

Factual with lyrics yeah I'm hella bold

(Okay)

Do this on my own finna get this gold

Getting all this money, this is not a loan

Mixing up the high fashion with the V-lone

Had to go and change my style there was too many clones

So I did this on my own I had to get in my zone

I was tired of the demons that won't leave me alone

Money keep me warm, but this world cold

Living for the devil this shit keep on getting old

Just like all these little hoes hitting up my phone

I'll never sell my soul

(I won't)

I'll never sell my soul

FBI coming so I keep my fucking pole

Pimps onna way so I keep a damn hoe

Waterman tapped in with that with that nigga Lo

We on the top of this game we in control

I'll get the dough than I'll flip it into mo

if you can't take the smoke, don't blow with my folks

Running shit behind closed door Uncle Sam come for mine, and he finna get yours

So I keep that stick in my drawers, Men in black at my house I know what they here for

Yeah I'm Mexican so I'm an alien

Opposite of nice I ain't Canadian

Diamonds hella shiny yeah they radiant

Illuminati placing traps but I ain't taking it

Bitch I'm fucking black so I'm a criminal (I know you thinking it)

Ya'll get the message won't get the subliminals(What he say?)

Everything we doing now on fucking digital

That's why It's to Easy for ya'll niggas to get ridiculed

Smoking chronic I don't ever smoke medicinal

Imma break it down for you niggas here's the fucking principle

Me and Matic heavy and hell, we fucking biblical

Dumb nigga send you to hell, I'll fucking shit on you

All this real love is lost up in the hate

People losing there way to the heaven gates

Everybody tryna change once it's to late

Once It's too late, but they hella two faced

I've been selling clothes I've been on the road

Matic coming up I never selled my soul

(Matic coming up didn't sell my soul)