Soul searching tryna find my purpose
Is you down or you not, which one you working
I need that cash I need a lot
Outta town black truck pull up to the loft
Benz truck sliding with my bruvas dawg
Out in Houston like the Rodeo
Horses skirting in the car
Gone to the moon
Off the drugs I'm on Mars
State to state riding on 95
Keep a blicky on the side
Just in case this shit get wild
Used to smoke the OG, Blue Dream, or GDP
Back in the day when we called the za the loud
Keep a few racks on me
Gotta pay what you weigh
Can't play where you lay
Gotta close the backdoor
Aint gon do that to me
Burberry my shades
Pitch black 5% I can't see
Watch you lose it all
Who gon be there?
F*cked up shit ain't fair
I got memories we can never live again
Scrolling through the pictures on my phone
Wishing we can be again
Soul searching tryna find my purpose
Is you down or you not, which one you working
I need that cash I need a lot
Outta town black truck pull up to the loft
Benz truck sliding with my bruvas dawg
Out in Houston like the Rodeo
Horses skirting in the car
Gone to the moon
Off the drugs I'm on Mars
I'm tryna lock it in
They tryna box me in
I got the Glocky in
We got Glocks & 10s
Let a nigga play with me
Let a nigga play with me
He gonna get laid to sleep
He gonna get put on a tee
I'm being honest when I catch em I'ma leave em open
I'm being honest when I get in the bed wit her we gon be strokin
These niggas gon get innat room
These niggas gon tell the truth forreal
I'm the type to get up innat room and go to sleep forreal
I ain't got nothing to talk about
Nevermind I know this shit can get real
I'm really out here totin that Glizzy when I be in the field
These niggas won't keep they mind and my name out they mouth (nah fr)
I'ma give em something to talk about
I'ma come with that Glock and I'ma pull on ya block and spark it out
No we cannot talk my nigga
I'ma just get to sparking krazy
I'm f*ckin on ya old lady
Niggas know wassup with me
Niggas know what it come with streets
Niggas know what come with the streets
A lotta shit come in with f*ckin with me
I got that pain deep in my heart I can't even barely see
I got some demons in my mind I can't even barely sleep
I got this glizzy on me nigga I can't even barely creep
Flamforever - Soul Searching (feat. Star Life Thug) Lyrics
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Soul searching tryna find my purpose
Is you down or you not, which one you working
I need that cash I need a lot
Outta town black truck pull up to the loft
Benz truck sliding with my bruvas dawg
Out in Houston like the Rodeo
Horses skirting in the car
Gone to the moon
Off the drugs I'm on Mars
State to state riding on 95
Keep a blicky on the side
Just in case this shit get wild
Used to smoke the OG, Blue Dream, or GDP
Back in the day when we called the za the loud
Keep a few racks on me
Gotta pay what you weigh
Can't play where you lay
Gotta close the backdoor
Aint gon do that to me
Burberry my shades
Pitch black 5% I can't see
Watch you lose it all
Who gon be there?
F*cked up shit ain't fair
I got memories we can never live again
Scrolling through the pictures on my phone
Wishing we can be again
Soul searching tryna find my purpose
Is you down or you not, which one you working
I need that cash I need a lot
Outta town black truck pull up to the loft
Benz truck sliding with my bruvas dawg
Out in Houston like the Rodeo
Horses skirting in the car
Gone to the moon
Off the drugs I'm on Mars
I'm tryna lock it in
They tryna box me in
I got the Glocky in
We got Glocks & 10s
Let a nigga play with me
Let a nigga play with me
He gonna get laid to sleep
He gonna get put on a tee
I'm being honest when I catch em I'ma leave em open
I'm being honest when I get in the bed wit her we gon be strokin
These niggas gon get innat room
These niggas gon tell the truth forreal
I'm the type to get up innat room and go to sleep forreal
I ain't got nothing to talk about
Nevermind I know this shit can get real
I'm really out here totin that Glizzy when I be in the field
These niggas won't keep they mind and my name out they mouth (nah fr)
I'ma give em something to talk about
I'ma come with that Glock and I'ma pull on ya block and spark it out
No we cannot talk my nigga
I'ma just get to sparking krazy
I'm f*ckin on ya old lady
Niggas know wassup with me
Niggas know what it come with streets
Niggas know what come with the streets
A lotta shit come in with f*ckin with me
I got that pain deep in my heart I can't even barely see
I got some demons in my mind I can't even barely sleep
I got this glizzy on me nigga I can't even barely creep
Is you down or you not, which one you working
I need that cash I need a lot
Outta town black truck pull up to the loft
Benz truck sliding with my bruvas dawg
Out in Houston like the Rodeo
Horses skirting in the car
Gone to the moon
Off the drugs I'm on Mars
State to state riding on 95
Keep a blicky on the side
Just in case this shit get wild
Used to smoke the OG, Blue Dream, or GDP
Back in the day when we called the za the loud
Keep a few racks on me
Gotta pay what you weigh
Can't play where you lay
Gotta close the backdoor
Aint gon do that to me
Burberry my shades
Pitch black 5% I can't see
Watch you lose it all
Who gon be there?
F*cked up shit ain't fair
I got memories we can never live again
Scrolling through the pictures on my phone
Wishing we can be again
Soul searching tryna find my purpose
Is you down or you not, which one you working
I need that cash I need a lot
Outta town black truck pull up to the loft
Benz truck sliding with my bruvas dawg
Out in Houston like the Rodeo
Horses skirting in the car
Gone to the moon
Off the drugs I'm on Mars
I'm tryna lock it in
They tryna box me in
I got the Glocky in
We got Glocks & 10s
Let a nigga play with me
Let a nigga play with me
He gonna get laid to sleep
He gonna get put on a tee
I'm being honest when I catch em I'ma leave em open
I'm being honest when I get in the bed wit her we gon be strokin
These niggas gon get innat room
These niggas gon tell the truth forreal
I'm the type to get up innat room and go to sleep forreal
I ain't got nothing to talk about
Nevermind I know this shit can get real
I'm really out here totin that Glizzy when I be in the field
These niggas won't keep they mind and my name out they mouth (nah fr)
I'ma give em something to talk about
I'ma come with that Glock and I'ma pull on ya block and spark it out
No we cannot talk my nigga
I'ma just get to sparking krazy
I'm f*ckin on ya old lady
Niggas know wassup with me
Niggas know what it come with streets
Niggas know what come with the streets
A lotta shit come in with f*ckin with me
I got that pain deep in my heart I can't even barely see
I got some demons in my mind I can't even barely sleep
I got this glizzy on me nigga I can't even barely creep
Writer: Marcus Gibbs, Steven Le
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