[Intro]
(jwestbeats)
Let the beat talk (Ayy, Elaye, you countin' up)
(Ayy, Cameron, you the man now)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
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 n***as' 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

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 n***a 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

[Chorus]
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, n***a
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
[Verse 3]
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 n***as 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 n***as from the trenches
Street n***a, 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 n***a intervene
I don't fuck with rats, I had to keep that shit a bean
N***a wanna fight, I told him keep it in the ring
Aretha Franklin, let them bitches sing
Aretha Franklin, let them bitches sing

[Outro]
I ain't never changed on my n***as, yeah
Keepin' it the same with my n***as, yeah
Listen to my soul cry
Listen to my soul cry
Listen to my soul cry
Every year I got a new one die