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Soul Bleed

 

Soul Bleed

(album: Preacher To The Streets - 2019)


Matt, what up?
48 kHz

I gotta let my soul bleed
Niggas talking down but they don't know me
No Bird Box-ing with a blindfold, I see the truth
You won't die for me so I could never be with you
I'm from a city where the murder rate through the roof
I'ma put it on for the trenches where it's either get shot or shoot
I made it through with a few scratches, I promise my story true
Like a movie, it's kind of long, bro, you probably should order food
This a story 'bout a youngin growing up with no rules
Running 'round the hood, nappy head with no shoes
Robbing for some food to eat, you robbed 'cause it was cool
Like how I'm how I'm 'posed to make it through puberty with no food?
Going down the wrong road and I forgot the way back
Ain't shit sweeter than some payback
Granny getting sick, I'm thinking 'bout it, I can't shake it
Help somebody once, they coming back just like a stray cat
I be on my knees at night and pray to God I make it
But I be out here slanging iron 'cause you know what I'm facing
Done did some bad shit but I know you won't let 'em take me
But they say if you send a bullet, you gon' have to take it
I keep mine off safety, 'cause I can't die
I'd rather go to jail before you put me in the sky
It's like I'd rather go to Hell before I tell on anybody
All my people know me well, I ain't gotta woof on nobdy
This bad bitch, she slim thick, she whip this dick out and start gobbling
Either die or go to jail, the streets don't really give you an option
Know a youngin who would die for one of them Audemar watches
Ayy, soon as you take it off, it go right in his pocket
I was trained to go get it, from the Grove, bitch, I'ma do it
Counting hundreds and fifties on the road, look at me touring
I was in and out of jail, mama, now look what I'm doing
I can't wait to pay for a trip and let you pick where you going
If I put you in the past, you ain't love me no more
And if you say that I changed, shit, we all gotta grow, ayy
If I got a bag, bitch, why y'all gotta know?
I was sitting there alone like, "Why y'all gotta go?"

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