Soul Cry

(Aye , D4G the gang nigga)
(Yea yea)
You don't gotta say it loud
You don't gotta make a sound
And know I can spot a fake from far away they bring the cameras out
And I don't give a fuck about the fame ain't shit to talk about
I really ran it up all by myself straight out my momma house
Just turn it up don't turn me down
Thinking like will I make it
I got this shit up out the ground
Going back to the basic
I told this bitch to call me later
You know we getting hella paper
You know I'm running out of favors
My love for you a roller coaster
I really hope I make it over
And I mixed up all my problems with that lean and pouring soda
And I mixed up all the tears with all the years to make it over
And I had to face my fear but this shit here only get colder
I wonder do you hear me
You can hear my soul cry
And you can stay from near me
And I'm just trying to get by
Ok I heard it all they say I rap a lil different
And I brought it from my soul they know that I'm on a mission
I wonder how I gonna solve all my problems
I could've told em' 101 but yea I told em' I got em'
I turn around and it ain't funny yea I'm feeling too bothered
Give all these bitches run arounds the reason I'm going farther
Really watch me ride round the town the reason I'm going harder
I wanna know why they watching they already know how I'm living
We really come from the bottom I'm doing it all for the trenches
And we go get the sack chasing money , end of the road
And I been out my body too crazy, out of control
Stopping all that asking questions, come and find and see
These people seem to stop my blessings I can't even be
You know it hurt straight to the core and I can't feel no more
Just gotta know I'm getting by and I got more in store
You don't gotta say it loud
You don't gotta make a sound
And know I can spot a fake from far away they bring the cameras out
And I don't give a fuck about the fame ain't shit to talk about
I really ran it up all by myself straight out my momma house
(Just turn it up don't turn me down)
(Thinking like will I make it)
(I got this shit up out the ground)
(Going back to the basic)
(I told this bitch to call me later)
(You know we getting hella paper)
(You know I'm running out of favors)
I wonder how I'm gonna solve all my problems
And I don't worry bout a thing cause yeah I told em I got em
Oh yea
Aye d4g the gang Nigga
I wonder how I'm gonna solve all my problems
And I don't worry bout a thing cause yeah I told em I got em