Soul Cry (feat. Ybgrone)

(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)

(People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (ha-ha-ha-ha)

(Come a little bit closer and look into my eyes)

(People leave her more mad, boy, don't be surprised) (aye, aye)

Aye, aye

Remember them nights at the trap, we was gettin' it in we ain't even have straps

You know me I was fresh off that bitch, but they had left me out of paper so it was a rap

Out that cell, I went straight to the streets, I wasn't lookin' for love, I was lookin' for dab

Found a room and I made it a trap

We was sеllin' three-ones to flip in the house

Ayе, see these **** they know what I'm 'bout, so they speak on the social and not when I'm around

Hear some ****, I got to put down, I'm not talkin' to seat, bitch, I'm talkin' to the ground

Can't remember the last time I smiled, man, this shit is wicked, they tryna get me

They pray that I fall, so they can come get me, put this on the block, if I go they go with me

I remember I had that little 30, but then I said, "Fuck it" and got me a 50

Man Rosama gave me a ticket, he said, "Go on and take it, get out of here with me"

Tryna tell him this street shit addictin', my papa always hoppin' and **** play fifty

Plus I'ma crip, screamin' RIP Nipsy, he play, then he lay, he gon' get hit with sixty

Use to fuck on this bitch, her name Tiffany, bitch, she got caught, my new bitch hit differently

Racks in my mouth, don't need ice when I'm sippin', my partner on powder I told him he trippin'

He a hustler, I told him, "I get it", but then he got cut, caught him tellin' my business

I'ma street ****, straight out them trenches, put locks on the trap just to chase up these millions

I talk by myself, 'cause I never been friendly, I never like talkin' to ****

If he run up on me, then he gon' see the light, I might have to white chalk me a ****

Thirty shots in this mag while I'm fuckin' her face, I be cautious while we sit on red lights

Ten of us doin' numbers, I fucked her but somehow, we still hittin' licks, still the bread right

If he switch, he a bitch, I'm like, "Fuck him"

Tell my bro' do the hit, he gon' bust him

I was thuggin' so hard, if the opps see a **** with me, then they know not to touch him

Broad day spark it out, It's whatever

Cheat on me, she ain't stupid she know better

I'll tell her all that shit before I ball up my fist, I'll never hit a bitch, 'cause I know better

You be ready to off you a ****

If a **** touch you, then he dead right

I come from the jungle, just speak up don't mumble, this smoke don't come free, it's a head price

We gon' pop up in that bitch if that bread right

Duckin' and swervin' when we see the fed lights

And I hope he come strap if he tryna come snatch, I'ma up from that bitch, let my leg strike

He get caught up, I know he gon' rat

And them **** he with, they some fed mice

Ain't fightin' no cases, I'm blessed to be free, I was riskin' my freedom like every night

Who these **** be thinkin' they foolin'?

Bitch, I grew up with you, I ain't like that

We was fightin' in the alleys, just bangin' with ****, when y'all seen an opp yellin', "Fight back?"

We took his chain 'cause we know that you fraud, pussy, you can't get your ice back

They post on the block, with they heat in the draws, the opp run down, better strike that

He feel like he gangster, we pushin' his card, 'cause pussy, he know he ain't like that

Don't come 'round here cappin' and thinkin' you hard, 'cause pussy, you can't get your life back