PnB Rock and YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Take My Soul

On my mama, ain't never gonna let them take my soul (take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who's the next to go (next to go)
I'm screaming free all of my dawgs
Until they got 'em off the road (off the road)
And I'm just thinking about the times
When I was fucking broke (fucking broke)

Thinking about the times I was going crazy (going crazy)
Me and my baby mama just had our first baby (first baby)
Well yes, shit I speak mad all day (mad all day)
Had to hit licks, just to get some cash on day (cash on day)
Living a life of sin (sin)
And I got God's permission (permission)
I'd rather be dead in Hell, before I do life in prison (prison)
Huh, they come from the blindside when you least expect it (huh)
They be on bloodlines, tryna take your necklace (huh)
Never trust these bitches, they'll lie on you quick (lie on you quick)
Fell in love with this hoe, she was plotting on me (plotting on me)
And I can't even lie, she had to drop on me (drop on me)
But I'm too slick and she was moving stupid

On my mama, ain't never gonna let them take my soul (take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who's the next to go (next to go)
I'm screaming free all of my dawgs
Until they got 'em off the road (off the road)
And I'm just thinking about the times
When I was fucking broke (fucking broke)
And I'm just thinking about the times when I didn't have no fucking hoe
I was down, I was out, I was all alone (all alone)
My brother died in these streets, we suffered, call his phone (phone)
Will you make it out the hood, you never know (oh, huh)

Judge make me move back to those slums (uh, uh, uh)
Post on the block out there with guns, like you ain't no sum (uh, uh, uh)
'Round plenty hitters, me and my son
Anything happening, we gon' run
Bye bye in the cut, hit a nigga up, .40 pulled out, leave him slumped
Murder, that's a must kill, get a rush, all of the money I done slung
It was all love even for the love, half of 'em wouldn't even hunt
We don't give a fuck, get it said, bust by let'em take on us
We don't ever break, word to my ninth son ya niggas, gang who I trust
Get out, that's my mans here up in chains, everything fucked up
They took my brother out my gang, had to fuck these niggas left up
Still hurt, my body in pain, and we kill three for them
Thinking 'bout it like I'm insane, put you to sleep, you a tim

On my mama, ain't never gonna let them take my soul (take my soul)
But it turns to the ones you love, who's the next to go (next to go)
I'm screaming free all of my dawgs
Until they got 'em off the road (off the road)
And I'm just thinking about the times
When I was fucking broke (broke)
And I'm just thinking about the times when I didn't have no fucking hoe
I was down, I was out, I was all alone (all alone)
My brother died in these streets, we suffered, call his phone (phone)
Will you make it out the hood, you never know (oh, huh)

Will you make it out the hood, you never know (oh, huh)

Written by:
Danny Snodgrass, Kentrell Gaulden, Nick Mira, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Adam King Feeney

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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