Soul Bleed E

Aye, like I'm a gangster for real though, Like Aye, I stand on-I take my wins With my L's, like, you know For real for Though Barely in here Be like that Yeah Signed Up for it Uh-huh Nigga, I slide 'bout it Baby, I'm a gangster, you know I'd die about It I'd die it Lost my homies to the War, I can't cry about it Damn, nah But That shit hurt my soul, I can't lie about It That shit hurt though I miss your ass, Wish that I could call your phone Call your Phone You ain't took no trip, you can't tell Me that I'm wrong Can't that I'm wrong my Soul bleed, then I put it in a song Yeah My days gettin' short but my money gettin' My money gettin' Look, I lost Evo, I've been Fucked up ever since Dead homies I can't lie, You one nigga that I miss nigga that I Miss I'm a shark in the water, these niggas Fish Fish ass We get to callin' the play And makin' the blitz Yeah Niggas killin', So it's kill or be killed It's or be Killed, I bleach my hands when I was busy In that field Yeah Pop some fake niggas politickin' On what's real Crazy Y'all know I ran it Up and I ain't have to sign no deal They only hangin' with the fakes, so how the Fuck they know what's real? How? Hangin' in the J's, man, I be posted with The steel Posted with that steel Free my youngins, All they know is bounce or get it killed All they know steppin' all his life and lost His life to appeal Damn They slidin' first, We slidin' back, it's a drill Skrrt, skrrt Ain't Catch nothin', we double back with no chill Stop Don't worry 'bout the tank, ain't touch an E, This bitch filled This bitch filled This for my Dogs who didn't make it out the field Signed Up for it, nigga, I slide 'bout it Baby, I'm a gangster, you know I'd die about it Lost my homies to the war, I can't cry About it But that shit hurt my soul, I can't lie about it I miss your ass, Wish that I could call your phone You ain't Took no trip, you can't tell me that I'm Wrong Let my soul bleed, then I put it In a song My days gettin' short Jay But My money gettin' long Show no pity for 'em All, fuck the suckas, they can die slow They Can notes, it takes one of mines just to Get close How many niggas said it real that You done seen fold? He internet bold, in the Field, I bet he freeze cold Jay Still up The pole like I'm a fiend, I bet he Die slow slow He still chasin' bitches, ain't no Question if that nigga on We gon' take the Trip, don't give a fuck about who didn't go Jay Jay, don't give a fuck about who didn't Go Jay, signed up for it, nigga, I slide 'bout it Baby, I'm a gangster, You know I'd die about it Lost my homies To the war, I can't cry about it But That shit hurt my soul, I can't lie about It I miss your ass, wish that I could Call your phone You ain't took no trip, you Can't tell me that I'm wrong Let my soul Bleed, then I put it in a song My Days gettin' short but my money gettin' long