(jwestbeats) Let the beat talk (Ayy, Elx, you countin´ up) (Ayy, Cameron, you the man now) Yeah
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