Текст песни Soul Cry - Yung Bleu
Let
the
beat
talk
(Ayy,
Elxyee,
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
Every
year
I
got
a
new
one
die
1 Level 3 (feat. Boosie Badazz)
2 Come By At 12 (feat. NOBY)
3 Catch a Breeze
4 Good
5 Dead & Famous
6 Time Heals (feat. Baby B)
7 Everytime I Blink (feat. Rylo Rodriguez)
8 Stars In Miami
9 Yeah Right
10 Soul Cry
11 Don't Wanna Lose (feat. Brooklyn Love)
12 Get Slatted (feat. Xae Hardawae)
13 When Vell Died
14 Talk Shit (feat. Mgm Lett & C-Nile)
15 Running Out of Love
16 Pretty Girls Cry (feat. Brandon Abner)
17 50K For a Murder
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