Shotta Soul

Damn Ayo Drum, play that bitch back (oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the) Most of the shit, and I say (Danny got that juice) Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today (today) They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break (I ain't never break) Interrogation, I ain't never say Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (shh, pow, pow) I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules You got to pay (you got to pay) I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (amen, amen) I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm) Free my brothers in the sprinter van Fifty cent chip bags from the store Now, a young nigga got hella bands Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay) Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot I done knocked some off (that's a fact) Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag Put her ass on that If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa) Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh) I don't talk no planet Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh) I know that you see I'm worse than before (oh-oh) But if you mine, you'll stay on my side Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine Got to make more money than I had before, oh But he don't value what you mean, now, I know Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that (they thinkin' that) Young nigga rick like Richy Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees For my bro', I'll probably sell my house He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em me Know I play for keeps, I knock some off (I knock some off) Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (skrrt, skrrt, let's go) Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house Told a bitch she better watch her mouth (watch) You know I'm a gangster You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die (die) Not a child, I don't cry, just make sure I'm focused I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride (sticks in the ride) And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids (them racks) I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year And still don't know what I did Play games, nigga, I set the bait Mask up, ride with my, I take the blame If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids Lord know I grew up I can rob this case I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay) Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (that's a fact) Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag Put her ass on that If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa) Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh) I don't talk no planet Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh, rodeo)