Lil Durk – On My Soul Lyrics

On My Soul

Lil Durk

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"On My Soul." - Lil Durk

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 05:42 pm

Album: 300 Days 300 Nights

Track No: 13

Go through so much, nobody know
Hand on my pipe, can't trust a soul
Times ain't the same, we gettin' old
These **** fools, they get exposed
That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
Devil on my soul, my soul, my soul
Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes?
No, no, no, no
No, no
Feel my pain
How you feel my shoes? Can't feel my name
Once I hit the top, I ain't gon' change, that's on my soul
What you know about wakin' up in the middle of the snow
Seein' the news, watchin' people dead that you know?
I lost ****, but family different
My **** family, so tell me, what's different?
I came in late sellin' packs, mama trippin'
I'm feedin' family, so tell me, who get it?
I ain't go to school, I was on that block
I needed education, I forgot
You could forgive but never forget
Whatever I'm with, my ****, they with gang
Go through so much, nobody know
Hand on my pipe, can't trust a soul
Times ain't the same, we gettin' old
These **** fools, they get exposed
That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
Devil on my soul, my soul, my soul
Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes?
No, no, no, no
No, no
I know the consequences of my actions
Knew I'll be rich when I start rappin'
When shit was real, when **** lackin'
This what made our city murder capital
I said, "Fuck school", I was always absent
**** need Oscars, they always actin'
**** is bitches, they always reactin'
I tell a **** he get clapped like Magic
Me and my ****, we've been through so much
For that band, my **** get you touched
Break your legs, your jaw ain't enough
And this my city, yeah, ain't lettin' up, that's on my soul
Go through so much, nobody know
Hand on my pipe, can't trust a soul
Times ain't the same, we gettin' old
These **** fools, they get exposed
That's on my soul, my soul, my soul, my soul
Devil on my soul, my soul, my soul
Who said I sold my soul for gold and clothes and hoes?
No, no, no, no
No, no

Writer(s): Durk Banks.

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