Soul Cry - Yung Bleu

Somethin' 'bout this money, it did somethin' to my ego

I remember late nights, me and Al Geno

I was in the studio tryna make it out

I brung Boosie to the city and they broke up in your spot

And we tried to shake back, but I can’t lie, they took a lot

Same niggas' pockets hurtin' now, Bleu done took your spot, yeah

I’ma tell the truth, we was hangin' out the roofs

Livin' like we bulletproof, only vibe with a few

That’s when we in the Ghost, and I told you 'bout my life

And I knew then from that conversation you might be my wife

You gave me a lil' boy, I didn’t know I can do it twice

Don’t go nowhere, I need you in my life

Had to pray 'cause I got demons in my sight

Gotta pray 'cause I see demons through the night

What the fuck this really mean if we don’t fight?

Girl, it’s gon' be alright, come take my hand

I swear to God I got a plan to be a better man

Let the beat go

Listen to my soul cry

Yeah, it sound like

Every year I got a new one die

Listen to my soul cry

Back three years ago, everybody used to laugh

'Cause I signed with Boosie label, he ain’t give me no advance

I was sleepin' on Tamir couch, but knew I had a plan

Three months later, I made two hundred bands

Six months later, I made eight hundred bands

Hottest nigga in my city with a fan

Every bag I got, I split it with the fam

Fucked up a couple thousand, bought a Lam

I was young and reckless, I ain’t give a damn, yeah

Take me up to jail, they want a hundred thousand for the bond

If I had that money then to fight that case, he would’ve won

Been goin' through the storm, but I gotta get these coins

Tell me if you with me or not, I’m so torn

Let the beat go

And I gave the streets banger after banger

Listen to my soul cry

Ain’t none of this shit stepped on, nigga

Yeah, it sound like

R.I.P.

Vell

Every year I got a new one die

R.I.P G-Money

Listen to my soul cry

It’s too many sticks in the party, we on dumb shit

I don’t like to fuck with no rubber, I just cum quick

Fuck with me, you niggas in trouble, Vietnam shit

Hit they block at three in the morning, don’t give no warning

VMG, this shit 'Luminati and we got sworn in

Came into this rap game thuggin', I was born in

I’m stackin' money with some niggas from the trenches

Street nigga, I could turn a quarter to a million

Real estate, I just turned my house into a building

Put two hundred racks up in the wall for my children

You wan' get money, you gon' get it any means

I got 50K for any nigga intervene

I don’t fuck with rats, I had to keep that shit a bean

Nigga wanna fight, I told him keep it in the ring

Aretha Franklin, let them bitches sing

Aretha Franklin, let them bitches sing

I ain’t never changed on my niggas, yeah

Keepin' it the same with my niggas, yeah

Listen to my soul cry

Listen to my soul cry

Listen to my soul cry

Every year I got a new one die