*Clears Baby me now (You get me now, but you know...) If you see that I'm mad (Sometimes I out) Don't you no one alive can always be an angel? When goes wrong, you see some bad (But, you don`t my story) But I'm a soul whose intentions are good (&& I know yours. So just) Oh, Lord, don't let me be misunderstood
Skinny dude, braids straight back out of Virginia in a black du rag Accord got to whippin up Highway college, I`m tryna do it my way Long nights, long days, work, no pay my crafts Stepdad gay (Bitch) nigga, dumb nigga, bet he mad now (Bitch) See me on TV, he sit his ass down (Bitch) Folks interest, offered me some paper Now, you know these labels tryna ya Lord`s on my side so the paperworks 19 years-old && a nigga got signed (Aye Ma, they wanna me) 50k on the advance, now I feel I`m the man Ill never drive this mothafuckin Honda shit (Fuck that Honda) New people at the label getting hired, bosses getting fired, two more years anybody kne0w who I was
I'm a soul whose intentions are good (Why ain`t ya shit yet? I mean, I know you gotta deal, up?) Oh, Lord, please let me be misunderstood (You gotta my struggle. It don`t all fit in the either shawty) (Man, nigga, you ain`t neva out *Chuckles*)
I gotta make it, I be complicit Even though these label niggas got me on wait shit Shout my Radio, we gon mixtape it Did bout a 100 songs in nigga, Troy basement Really tho, on to the it in my hood, kept it hood, niggas know I`m hella far, I wanna take my niggas tho And says its koo, but it`s 30 niggas, yo OK, we too 2 Seat && Finch && Baby Redd [?] Koo, we gon do we do I got my own tour, Well, who gon up? CB dude I think the koo He Virginia too We formed a lil friendship, something some kin shit This my lil We watched each show && glow up bullshittin, so, I watched my nigga blow up Oh, fuck! You know what? My times comin tho, I ain`t neva gon give up, through adversity baby, I shine like a star. Believe that
I'm just a soul whose are good O lord don't let me be misunderstood
I`ma skip && come back lata Label ain`t shit, so 2 lata New album, whole long They wanna gimme they songs, so my shit But, hol up, ain`t this my Barkin at the at these people Long story, short, I ain`t fuckin these people Gotta find compromise, if you wanna getting low, gotta take care of my people Excuse me, if I in creativity That bullshit music, I can not do it It`s useless, I`m tryna broaden my I play em Woman at the office I`m We discuss it, they love it, they think the of it Wanna it, lets do it, I`m tryna get to it Record movin slow, but I to put em on I needa do some shows, they needa see me After all that, on the song they pick, they gon' fall back, Songz ain`t shit No money for the tour, opening act for years before, he opened up for me tho It`s all G tho, I my own C Notes Musically, be dead, but I`m, livin cuz I`m me tho Of the Big GO D, be no Me without em, never poutin, little could move a mountain So, do about it? Song in the pocket, produced by by Johnta, Can`t Help But Finally, Trey done got his big Wait, it`s not then, I paid for 2 more tours, a video, I`m so official, yo I get it on my own, nobody gotta let me That`s why I say I`m
I'm just a soul whose are good (I`m a soul) O please don't let me be misunderstood (Ya let me be misunderstood)
I done off stages && fucked niggas up I done got altercations with police That don`t make me no from the next man Just cuz a nigga on TV don`t mean he go through shit G I`m do me && If you like, me But, you ain`t knew me You don`t shit to meTruly && It`s to it, but I can`t even get all into it It`s one song, 5 minutes && some change You know what I`m