Pure Souls (ft Roddy Ricch)

Shit change when you famous
I remember back before the change we was nameless
Went through stages just to hop on new stages
Open up your eyes, niggas 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 save my soul)
And I cannot sell my soul (Soul)

I’ve been at the top shinnin’ like a light pole
And I’m just a pot of gold, what a nigga 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
Put 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 was trailblazing 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 niggas be fakin’, huh
Made it through the trials and tribulations, 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 flee market to buy fake clothes
Every color you choose, every cutless is cold
Every cousin that stole, every summer was cold
Out of all of the most, 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, you say we ain’t in the same lane?
And we both had [?] 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 nigga went to the White House
And set free the old man
Every day I put my life on the line to feed the whole clan
The person is worst, not what the person is birth
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 a new me, so get used to me
It ain’t how it used to be
This a 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
Devil get behind me, I’m loose, I’m free

Jesus don’t help me free