Boog4800 - Soul to Take Lyrics

Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat
I wonder if ima go next
These nightmares I ain't been getting no rest
And my mama said she praying cuz she so stressed
And now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the lord my soul to take
Oh oh oh ohhh my soul to take
My soul to take my soul to take
My soul to take my soul to take
Devil tryna take my soul so i stay with a pole
Still tryna keep fighting but its starting to take a toll
Set up bitch she play the role
Shells I'm never wasting those
Been jumped off the porch I been here since way before
Make sure that the case is closed kill everybody and the driver
Ain't leaving no survivors yea all of my niggas they riders
Keep a stick on me nigga that glock apart of my attire
And if you want smoke then I'm adding fuel straight to that fire
Get down on my knees look to the lord saviour my messiah
Father forgive me if I have to pop a nigga like a tire
These niggas be selling dreams but naw I ain't the buyer
And to ease my pain I'm sipping more lean to higher yea
Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat
I wonder if ima go next
These nightmares I ain't been getting no rest
And my mama said she praying cuz she so stressed
And now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the lord my soul to take
Oh oh oh ohhh my soul to take
My soul to take my soul to take
My soul to take my soul to take
Hard for me to get some rest keep waking in a sweat
Demons in my dreams can't remember the last time I slept
Shells getting through his flesh he gasping tryna take a breathe
You ain't knowing all my niggas step if he slip then he getting left
F*ck a bitch and f*ck a nigga
I'm in the game putting up them double figures
They be like you know Boog they aint f*ckin with him
I got acc with it like I'm Russell Wilson
Damn nigga I gotta tuck the pistol cuz the rollas on me i gotta high speed
I wish a f*ck nigga would try me leave em dead nigga on that side street
Sippin lean till my eyes bleed two twin glocks like they siamese
Gotta clear it up like some visine I hate a bitch boi cuz she naive
If you really want problems nigga it a go up its a situation
And don't trust no bitch nigga cuz she gave up all of yo information
Sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat
I wonder if ima go next
These nightmares I ain't been getting no rest
And my mama said she praying cuz she so stressed
And now I lay me down to sleep
I pray to the lord my soul to keep
And if I should die before I wake
I pray to the lord my soul to take
Oh oh oh ohhh my soul to take
My soul to take my soul to take
My soul to take my soul to take