Soulful Lyrics

Got me talking to myself gotta get to A bag

Cuz being broke it is not a joke when You dead on you ass

I swear to God this shit is real when You don't have no cash

Make a nigga get that iron an have to Come up fast

I can tell you about my life and all That shit that I did

11th grade dropped out school shit Wat it

Cuz I was playin ball nigga but I was Flunkin and shit

On my ass mama sayin son that's What you get

So I already knew the meaning of Tough luv

No hugs and being surrounded by Thugs

Chilln with my uncle and cousins out da mud

From Beaumont to Lake Charles Nigga it's all luv

From a young ass boy to a grown ass Man

I had a real close mind shit I didn't Understand

I should have tried real harder just to Stick to the plan

Grandma wanted me to me ball she My #1 fan

2007 nigga me and bro in the aves

He didn't want a nigga to hustle so He did wat he can

Ballin at the Roberts Park wit a Couple of friends

Big bro was on the grind just to get Them enns

A couple bumps on the road gotta a Nigga to crash

Couldn't take on the rent yeah we Down til our last

What a nigga do now cuz we ain't Got no pad

They want a nigga sell rocks but I Can't do that

You know it's been a long road

You kno all I can do is keep pushin

Forward

But if you got dreams

Keep chasin it

2008 was crazy it was real fucked up

Hurricane hit the City had me all Fucked up

Got me thinking like damn boi this Just our luck

Man this shit called life y'all is real Fucked up

Yeah I said the shit again cuz it's got Damn truth

I put my all in this bitch when up in Da booth

Yeah like it's a big circle put the shit On a loop

Reach for a couple stars I just aim an I shoot

Headed to the damn top watch me Grind 4 this shit

I then dream a lot of nights about us Shinin and shit

From the hood to a mansion land Stretchin 4 miles

Big plans with da Fam I'm talking Owning some shit

And I appreciate the loyalty the ones

That kept it real stayed down really Had my back in da field

Forever y'all with me keep climbing Up the hill

And it's really goin up when I see That first mill

Gotta thank my T-lady for being Hard on you son

Really had the time to think bout all The shit that I've done

Really blame it on my effort I fasho Had a ton

Still got a lot of years you kno ya son Still young

Just the middle of the story gotta get To da plot

We was slangin in them cars we Wasn't up On the block

Age 20 to 25 we was ballin a lot

I know I'm good every time Lufkin Land is da spot

Keep on workin on the flo while I go Hard in the paint

You know I gotta have a blunt when I'm sippn dat drank

I know them hataz steady watchin give A fuck wat they thank

I'm just trying laugh nigga all the Way to the bank

Rest in peace Linda Faye Brown

Rest in peace Jimmy Lee Brown

Rest in peace to all my love ones

That we lost

Until we meet again

Y'all just look over us