Free My Soul

Lyrics

[Hook] Mama, I made it, got my chain now I got that Benz too I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues I keep some groupie hoes I got that old school with those Lambo doors But I'm scared it all ain't enough To free my soul Lord, Mama, I made it [Verse 1] Fuck what they talkin'—nah, it ain't about talent It's no longer an art, niggas piss on your canvas and parade Okay, so you paved the way, but I rode the road Farther than you'd go before, but still, you block the road some more I'm on my last leg, and they passing me by With a sign that say "I rap to eat" and both of my thumbs in the sky, damn When will my time come? Should I just sell dope? For money, cars, clothes, and hoes, 'cause they say that's "successful?" ('Cause I just wanna be successful...) 'Til a nigga run up on you and unload 'Cause he poor and you shine just like the moon glow Stunting in your Bentley, but it cost you your soul When God come to collect, I hope you got what you owe If I made it [Hook] Mama, I made it, got my chain now I got that Benz too I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues I keep some groupie hoes I got that old school with those Lambo doors But I'm scared it all ain't enough To free my soul Lord, Mama, I made it [Verse 2] Forever dreaming, wishing on a star for help I give a nigga food for thought, he rather starve himself Apart from wealth, I think it was the shine that got us blinded Not sure of what we reading when we signing our life away They say ignorance is bliss; well, I'd like to state— The game is just not records, and real shit, they don't like to play You ghetto famous to us—you just Bojangles to them Tap your feet, tip your brim, and sell it back to yo kin I don't rap, I spit hymns, my God's bigger than them Tryin' to blacken your heart and say we children of men I sin, 'cause I ain't perfect But I'd rather save your life than hurt it, if I made it [Hook] Mama, I made it, got my chain now I got that Benz too I got my Louis Vuitton and my Gucci shoes Mama, I made it, I got those trues and vogues I keep some groupie hoes I got that old school with those Lambo doors But I'm scared it all ain't enough to free my soul Lord, Mama, I made it [Bridge] Now, what if all the things I'm fightin' for, oh, Lord Don't get me where I'm going? Now, what if I don't see the signs in time? Oh, Lord I'm praying that you show me Mama, I made it [Outro: "The Thin Line" sample] I feel sorry for you, kid If you're smart, you take care of yourself There's nothing you can do for anybody else What difference do you think you can make? One single man, in all this madness?