Soul Cry

I put my trust up in this dirty pistol

Can't put my trust up in no dirty ****

I had that stick on me when I worked at Winn-Dixie

They play games and hide like turtles, ****

That's why we murder ****

I know a pastor with a body, ****

So I don't read no Bible scriptures

And I say, "Uh-uh"

I hopped off the porch with that torch, ****

Uh-uh

We make pistols spark when it's dark, ****

Uh-uh

I hopped off the porch with that torch, ****

Uh-uh

We make pistols spark when it's dark, ****

Lord, can you hear my soul cry?

I ain't prayed in a while, yeah

The only thing that make me happy

Is when we walk a **** down

I know a gangster-ass **** put his stick before his kids

I believe in God, I pray to Him before I sin

Many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat

Six feet under dirt, dig 'em up, you want him back

I could go stupid with this dirty SIG

I'ma put you on the front page 'fore you take my mama kid

I'm out my body, out my top, I'm out my fucking league

Yeah, big ol' stepper, head dresser, tell me how you want your wig

Split his shit and do a bid

I get jiggy with that stick, we can dance, we could tango

If I want him bad, hop his fence, fuck a gate code

If he try me, then he fucked like a bitch off of Bang Bros

I'm thugging, I can't help it, told the Lord that I can't go

And I say, "Uh-uh"

I hopped off the porch with that torch, ****

Uh-uh

We make pistols spark when it's dark, ****

Uh-uh

I hopped off the porch with that torch, ****

Uh-uh

We make pistols spark when it's dark, ****

Lord, can you hear my soul cry?

I ain't prayed in a while, yeah

The only thing that make me happy

Is when we walk a **** down

I put my trust up in this dirty pistol

Can't put my trust up in no dirty ****

I had that stick on me when I worked at Winn-Dixie

They play games and hide like turtles, ****

That's why we murder ****

I know a pastor with a body, ****

So I don't read no Bible scriptures