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Digga D – Fighting For My Soul Lyrics

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God gave me life, so I can’t tell him, “I’m suicidal”, it’s been re-written
But, I still find the time to read the Bible
I’m a rapper, that’s my title, someone’s idol
So, I’m mindful when I talk, ’cause if not, they’ll cancel me to be spiteful, it’s all a cycle
My head’s chipped, so I smoke my weed -ital

Need a break from prison like Michael
It’s all about survival, ask my rival
Shoot on arrival, make his destination final
And the way it’s gonna go, it’s gonna spiral out of control
Get my rifle
Freedom of speech, look how they fight for Ye and Andrew Tate

They say the wrong thing and get blocked, I speak, I’m back behind the gate
Fake it till you make it, I can’t hate
Spray my billboard with paint, and that’s one thing that I can’t rate
So, when we get him, I just hope you understand
That we been droppin’ niggas out for trollin’ on the ‘Gram
Free Thugger, been in court tellin’ the judge we ain’t a gang
Hearing that’s somebody’s son, I got prepared to take the stand, damn
From the picture that they paint, I say, “I’m alienated,” Picasso

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Head chipped, so I ain’t mixin’ my weed with tobacco
Para of my shadow, so I’m fillin’ my pistol with ammo
Say a one prayer and I light my candle
It’s every man for themselves, when you pray, it help, it help
I can’t bring myself to ask you when I need it, but I’ll pattern up
The Devil’s draggin’ me to places, back to places I don’t wanna go
Protect my energy, it’s evil, I don’t wanna know

[Chorus]
2023, just leave me be if you don’t want the smoke
‘Cah I’m fightin’ for my soul, yo, this is not a joke

[Bridge]
Save me, yeah
Please, save me
My heart can’t take no more (Mhm-mm)

[Verse 2]
When my head gets hot, and I don’t know what to do
There must be other ways to chill instead of smokin’ on ****
I ain’t got nothin’ to say, so I can’t go to the booth
Am I really fallen off, God, can you save me from the truth?
I’m twenty-two, I’m gettin’ old, and gettin’ tired of these roads
They been burstin’ off of poles, the feds been birdin’ off my bros
And I see my nigga fold, that made my heart go cold

But it’s loss of decomposure, so, I’d rather my heart froze
You see the pain in my eye, it leaks ’cause I got stabbed in it
Never chose the roads, me and my bros, we got dragged in it
Ten-man done in jail, ain’t nothin’ but a mad minute
Who am I to complain? My bro, he got twenty years and then he’s gotta get parole
If it’s evil, I don’t wanna know

[Chorus]
2023, just leave me be if you don’t want the smoke
‘Cah I’m fightin’ for my soul, this is not a joke
This is not a joke

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