Sounds That Never Left My Soul Lyrics

Daughter crying babymomma trying to take her home...

Sounds that never left my soul

Bullets whizzing by my ear. I was barely grown...

Sounds that never left my soul

Hennessy splashing the ground another homie gone...

Sounds that never left my soul

These the sounds that never left my soul

Black clouds, thunder and rain is the soundtrack

I specialize at aim at the crown raps

Choppers leave shirts looking sriracha

They kill for the dollar to move the commas to left

No honor no respect

For fresh shoes and sweats, noose to necks

Goons with tools on deck

That ah make Vladimir Putin sweat

Yellow tape hear the cries of grieving mothers

These the sounds of the gutter, gunshots and burning rubber

Dice hit the wall arguments turn to brawls

Hear the fire crackling, a body found burning in a car

Sounds in my soul, spoons turning in a jar

Melodies of mayhem, picture Slash working his guitar

This ain't for the simple minds if you purchasing the bars

Make you think like a convo with Kyrie Irving in the car

Business deals these days im purchasing cigars

Sounds of my soul surface these verses is my scars

Daughter crying babymomma trying to take her home...

Sounds that never left my soul

Bullets whizzing by my ear. I was barely grown...

Sounds that never left my soul

Hennessy splashing the ground another homie gone...

Sounds that never left my soul

These the sounds that never left my soul

That pain still lurking in my membrane

Traumatized a diagnostics might say I'm insane

Life takes it toll you pay one way or another

Disagreements with brother, legal battles with baby mothers

Felt smothered in the summer where heat was the regulator

Had a cannon (Canon) in the car like a private investigator

Lost homies the curb is getting drunk

Hennessy splatters, we hit the alley and bust the pumps

I've been in my fair share of battle and wars

Where opportunity knock and young niggas slamming the doors

Listen close you can hear the soul of a dopefiend screaming

See demons when they dreaming its clearly a deeper meaning

Deadly dialogue where the bullets be intervening

The pheromones be speaking in the voice of Morgan Freeman

Picture these sounds with ya ears and ya eyes

Hear the cries and maybe some whispers of ya demise