Yung Bread$tick - Sold My Soul Lyrics

Tired of being sad
Sad from being tired
Started writing rhymes
Cause I couldn't get hired

Monetary gain
Didn't know what it required
On the way to the top
But my soul's in the fire

Never thought I'd go far
Lot of f*cking urgency
Drinking on Wockhardt
A lot of f*cking currency

Soul to the devil
The angel of music
Brought me up a level
All this money Ima use it

All these diamonds
They said its real icy
Fires in hell
My soul wasn't pricey

Meeting at the crossroads
Now I'm in the news
Hiding in the shadows
Then he made me choose

So tired of being broke
I just couldn't stand it
Took off with my soul
He made out like a bandit

Business as normal
I didn't understand it
Stuck in Oklahoma
I never planned this

Reading my mind
He said I can go far
Giving me time
Ima be a rockstar

Broke into my soul
Then he threw the crowbar
Started booking shows
And riding in jaguars

All these diamonds
They said its real icy
Fires in hell
My soul wasn't pricey

Meeting at the crossroads
Now I'm in the news
Hiding in the shadows
Then he made me choose