Ck 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
