Shotta Soul

Damn, ayo Drum, play that bitch back Oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the— Most of the shit, and I say Danny got that juice Verse 1 Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today Today They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break I ain't never break Interrogation, I ain't never say Nigga got hit up with that Drac' Shh, pow, pow I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules, you got to pay You got to pay I done made it on my own, say, Amen Amen, Amen I'm protected everywhere I go Mhm Free my brothers in the sprinter van Fifty cent chip bags from the storе Now, a young nigga got hella bands Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land Chorus I ain't graduatе at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa Okay Say, I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off That's a fact Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back But, she still around puttin' up with my ass Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag Put her ass on that If I cop one, I'll buy multiple Woah Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotter soul Oh I don't talk no planet Ride me like a rodeo Oh Ohh Verse 2 I know that you see I'm worse than before Oh-oh But, If you mine, you'll stay on my side Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine Got to make more money than I had before, oh But, he don't value what you mean, now, I know Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that They thinkin' that Young nigga rick like Richy Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees For my bro', I'll probably sell the house He say, Murder fees, don't bring 'em me Know I play for keeps, I knock some off I knock some off Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off Skrrt, skrrt, let's go Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house Told a bitch she better watch her mouth Watch You know I'm a gangster You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die Die Not a child, I don't cry Just make sure I'm focused, I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride Sticks in the ride And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids Them racks I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year and still don't know what I did What I did Play games, nigga, I set the bait Mask up, ride with my TEC to If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids Lord know I grew up to Chorus I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa Okay Say, I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off That's a fact Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back But, she still around puttin' up with my ass Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag Put her ass on that If I cop one, I'll buy multiple Woah Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotter soul Oh I don't talk no planet Ride me like a rodeo Oh, rodeo Ohh