Letra Soul Cry par Fredo Bang

(Pipe that sh*t up, TnT)
(Tahj Money)

I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty n***a
I had the stick on me when I worked at [?]
They play games and hid like turtles n***a (Sheesh)
That's why we murder n***as
I know a pastor with a body n***a
So I don't read no Bible scriptures

And I say, "Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch, n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Lord can You hear my soul cry? (You know the Bible a lie, you hear me? But I still)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah (I still praise God, you hear me?)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy (But the Bible is a lie,) I ain't tryna see no f**kin' pastor
Is when we walk a n***a down (That n***a doin' worser than me, you hear me?)

I know a gangster ass n***a put his stick before his kids
I believe in God, I pray to him before I sin
Many tried, many died, felt the flame from the gat
Six feet under dirt, dig 'em up, you want him back (Boom-boom)
I could go stupid with this dirty SIG (Bah)
I'ma put you on the front page 'fore you take my momma kid (b*t*h)
I'm out my body, out my top, I'm out my f**kin league, yeah
Big ol' stepper, head dresser, tell me how you want your wig?
Split his sh*t and do a bid
I get jiggy with that stick, we can dance, we could tango (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
If I want him bad, hop his fence f**k a gate code (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
If he try me then he f**ked like a b*t*h off of Bang Bros
I'm thuggin' I can't help it, told the Lord that I can't go

And I say, "Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch, n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
I hopped off that porch with the torch n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
"Uh-uh"
We make pistols spark when it's dark n***a (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Lord, can You hear my soul cry? (Lord, You hear me cryin'?)
I ain't prayed in a while, yeah (I ain't prayed in f**kin' a while)
Yeah, the only thing that make me happy ([?])
Is when we walk a n***a down (Pray we gon' murk the n***a)

I put my trust up in this dirty pistol
Can't put my trust up in no dirty n***a
I had the stick on me when I worked at [?]
They play games and hid like turtles n***a (Sheesh)
That's why we murder n***as
I know a pastor with a body n***a
So I don't read no Bible scriptures (Boom-boom)

You know the Bible a lie, you hear me? But I still
I still praise God, you hear me?
But the Bible is a lie
I ain't tryna see no f**kin' pastor
That n***a doin' worser than me, you hear me?