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Never Sell My Soul Jackboy

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Never Sell My Soul - Jackboy
[Intro]
Ayo, Dzimi

[Chorus]
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 knowin' they're playin' for keeps, so I rather post up all alone
I'm knowin' 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

[Verse]
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 goin' up all the way for my city
I came from nothin', now I got a milli
I got a glizzy 'cause I catch a nigga
No matter where I'm at, I'm clutchin' on pistols
No matter what, I'm clutchin' on her raw
Really thuggin', this a façade
Really thuggin', probably one of the trillest
Preachin' 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 goin' back to jail
I ain't ever fail, like he switch for the mission
Jumped in the water, I ain't swimmin' 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 sendin' 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
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