Soul Searching

Lyrics: Don Chief Instrumental: Don Chief Lyrics: [Intro] nothing is worth something [Verse 1] i'm not the kind of person with a story to tell maybe a thought to share i feel like i've entered in hell cuz when i vent i always check for the smell and if it's not there i skin em up and inhale cuz i don't feel like i got much left to my trail either i've always been passanger or my train's been derailed at most i'm a scavanger who's tried this and that i'm not the kind of amateur to smooth the creases fast i promise ya honesty isn't dying slowly the only one's who killin' it the same who try and own me phonies 5 5 5 with your fake ass i caught you lying in the grass where the snakes slither and i ain't bitter been there and ate dinner i can't help but shit when they ask to urinate with em so fuck ya eight figures lucky i'm a saint sinner or it's the ten fingures twisted up and then finna [Chorus] pick up cuz i'm no quitter sick of counting all my losses man i need to get up so it's chin up lookin' to my inner figure that i know my limits ryhtms gettin rid of riddled stimulus pushin' all my buttons has been puttin the whut in my soul searchin when nothing is worth something [Bridge] nothing is worth something [Verse 2] i'm not the kind of person with a story tell i'm still soul searchin' i'm not looking for gories and grails I get em' birched and i ain't sayin' a sorry for snails forget a purchase when there's some that'll profit off jails and i ain't all that talking big and done nothin if was my pocket was fat i'd like to think i'd be loving but we all see that sometimes the truth is just crushing dusting off the rust recognise the hush's a must cousin' i'm still buzzin' off of huff puffin' and i ain't flushed none pucker up and put it to my lip suck it and tuck a second one takes me just a second gone then I forget the song check it then pretend like no tell me can i set it off fuck you if you said they said it all cuz hip hop ain't dead at all it's just not in the radio poppin' meh raps i'm droppin' all my tracks to bring it back and kick the facts so [Chorus] pick up cuz i'm no quitter sick of counting all my losses man i need to get up so it's chin up lookin' to my inner figure that i know my limits ryhtms gettin rid of riddled stimulus pushin' all my buttons has been puttin the whut in my soul searchin when nothing is worth something [Outro] nothing is worth something