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(jwestbeats) 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 Letras de cancionesEvery 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 From Letras Mania