kaceo$pades – e for enterlude (satan’s soul offer) lyrics
[chorus]
e for interlude and its true
it’s been a hard life cause i been a fool
cutting up, chugging up, drugging up
doing this and that and yet
none of that could fill me up
went back to the mud that i came from
had to get up the a, forget the fame bruh
had the money, had the chains
it don’t mean nun mane, fake love
in the club, sh-ts lame..
[verse 1]
man the devil tried to get me, count it twice
two times hard he done tried my life
bidding high for my soul, right price
promised gold, and all the green i’d like
nice clothes, bad hoes, and the like
so he thought, kaceo for the go, let’s try
had tricks up his sleeve and mine
and tried fill my head up wit lies
sent 2 of these puerto rican guys
they tried to tie they soul up in mine
see i had my eyes open, but was blind
they was draining all my energies waves and vibes
had to cut em off
just like sum vines
satan, was really preying on me the whole time
but see i got god on my side day and night
so never going out with out a fight
[hook]
never say so, sold her soul not i
ion care bout the music business, not i
ion even want the fame, why lie
i’m just trying put some real music up on your mind
instead of that brain wash main stream mess
and them lies on the tellie, that be y’all selling mess
got ya telling y’all mess, all on the internet
but i digress, i won’t stress
i got jesus, and he’s right on god’s left
was finna quit but i got lyrics left
ain’t, hit my prime yet, this not my best
went thru, hard times, but its just a test
my adversary stayed at my neck, no rest
but i stayed prayed up, head chin to chest..
had to sn-tch leeches up off my back
cell number still the same but my block list fat (yes)
[chorus]
e for interlude and its true
it’s been a hard life cause i been a fool
cutting up, chugging up, drugging up
doing this and that and yet
nunna that could fill me up
went back to the mud where i came from
had to get up the a, forget the fame bruh
had the money, had the chains
it don’t mean nun mane, fake love
in the club, its lame..
[verse 2]
now, wait a minute wait a whole long second
went ghost on twitter, lemme tell you what happen
too many people talk but they really just cappin
claim they doing this and that, but i see no action
songs on the radio, deserve no clapping
know just where i’m going, don’t need no mapping
this my god given talent, gift need no package
i just be rapping, cause rap’s my p-ssion
bout to drop heir but i start back tracking
had to change up producer cause the last one lacking
might drop this track, might drop all 7
but the fact still remain, yeen gotta mess wit me
ima lose a few fans cause my content different
ima gain a few foes cause my flow been wicked
ion need no advice, this my life i’m living
and by god’s grace, i’m legacy building
[hook]
so, sold her soul not i
ion care bout the music business, not i
ion even want the fame, why lie
i’m just trying put some real music up on your mind
instead of that brain wash main stream mess
and them lies on the tellie, that be y’all selling mess
got ya telling y’all mess, all on the internet
but i digress
i won’t stress
i got jesus, and he’s right on god’s left
was finna quit but i lyrics left
ain’t, hit my prime yet, this not my best
went thru, hard times, but its just a test
my adversary stayed at my neck, no rest
but i stayed prayed up, head chin to chest..
had to sn-tch leeches up off my back
cell number still the same but my block list fat
yes, e for interlude and its true
been a hard life cause i been a fool
cutting up, chugging up, drugging up
doing this and that and yet
nunna that could fill me up
went back to the mud where i came from
had to get up the a, forget the fame bruh
had the money, had the chains
it don’t mean nun mane, fake love
in the club, sh-ts lame..
[verse 3]
now, that i left, everybody tryna tell me comeback
for a track, for a sec
talking down on my city, like i’m ain’t where its at
they dont even kno i’m off in cali breaking bread
with the movers and shakers, movie making
down hollywood blvd, riding round in expensive cars
used to drive uber, but i been blessed by the living god
so, i need no job
and its never been hard
when i’m caught off guard
i always spit bars, tight as a leotard
and i fear no man, so i fear no frauds
i still, go hard, when i’m ghost on y’all
never need a push, when i can float on god
sell this soul, is a no, on god
he got full charge, and i’m no r-t-rd
money, and cars, won’t go to h-ll wit yall
[hook]
never say so, sold her soul not i
ion care bout the music business, not i
ion even want the fame, why lie
i’m just trying put some real music up on your mind
instead of that brain wash main stream mess
and them lies on the tellie, that be y’all selling mess
got ya telling y’all mess, all on the internet
but i digress, i won’t stress
i got jesus, and he’s right on god’s left
was finna quit but i lyrics left
ain’t, hit my prime yet, this not my best
went thru, hard times, but its just a test
my adversary stayed at my neck, no rest
but i just stayed prayed up, head chin to chest..
had to sn-tch leeches up off my back
cell number still the same but my block list fat
[chorus] x2
yes, e for interlude and its true
been a hard life cause i been a fool
cutting up, chugging up, drugging up
doing this and that and yet
nunna that could fill me up
went back to the mud where i came from
had to get up the a, forget the fame bruh
had the money, had the chains
it don’t mean nun mane, fake love
in the club, sh-ts lame..
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