Soul Right lyrics

[Intro]
Smooth, n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Too motherf*ckin' smooth, b*tch, yeah
Bald head, head like a baby, a baby ass, b*tch, yeah
Yeah, Kane
Here to motherf*ckin' remain, yeah
Uh, b*tch n*gga
It's still f*ck police, too
Yeah, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Rest in peace Terence Crutcher, motherf*ck Betty Shelby (f*ck that b*tch)
I never wish death but b*tch, find a hollow tip and inhale it
When Taz drove off with two kilos, I told him we should mail it
And now we gone up the river, they seen my n*gga sellin'
n*gga killed the police in Dallas, that's probably fake news
Why they knock him off with robotics, R2D2s?
Everything on me icy, Snow White, it's just like I skiied through
I sit back in the trap with them rats and I watch the cheese move
Shakin' all these nutso n*ggas off the roof, off the record
Ball without a motherf*ckin' ball like I was Tommy Sheppard
Life a bachelor party, we with them strippers on O's and X's
I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah
I pour it up and get my soul right
[Verse 2]
East side boy, my mama was the mail lady (Yeah)
Brother and my sister got degrees but I got the yayo, baby (Yeah)
Had to beat my case, I can't turn Irie to a jail baby
b*tch, I weigh that sh*t up in my crib, I think your scale shady
Pass it off and drop it like Stockton, b*tch, I facilitate
f*cked some n*ggas off but I also done set some n*ggas straight
Way back when Harold's and Lincolns is all a n*gga ate
And every day I f*ck up a bulletproof glass chicken plate, uh
Empty stomach, broken heart, and empty pocket
Three things that occur to show you if you and your n*ggas solid
Know that they won't prosper but the devil still gon' form the weapon
I can't hold no grudges, my hands is too busy catching blessings, yeah (Blessings, blessings)

[Chorus]
Yeah, and I been struggling my whole life, yeah
I pour it up and get my soul right, yeah
'Cause I been struggling my whole life, yeah
So I broke it down and it was all white, yeah
Mama always told me it'd be alright, yeah
I still broke it down and it was all white, yeah
I pray the Lord'll get my soul right, yeah
I still pray the Lord'll get my soul right