Soul Cry Conway the Machine & Trillmatic (Ft. T.F)

[Verse 1: Conway the Machine]
Whip the white 'till it harden
Gun on my hip, I shoot it in your face like I was Harden
Got my young nigga mobbin' he love to fire his carbon
He just gon' fire and fire hollow tips fly out the cartridge
Get my bricks straight from the source, I get mines for a bargain
Gettin' money from rapping but I still grind like I'm starvin'
Green beam on the choppa, my eye on the target
A lot of niggas dropped they tape this year, mine was the hardest
Take a block of this yola, drop it in the pot with the soda
Flip that shit a couple times, stack the profit then blow it
I got shot in my nеck, I got shot in my shoulder
You can trust the niggas that I shot nevеr woke up
Nigga just came home he think he still run the block cause he older
One of my youngins ran up and shot, it was over
Might not like what we doin' but they not gon' approach us
It's May Block bitch, y'all niggas know this

[Chorus: Conway the Machine]
I ain't gon cap, I won't tell no lies
No lie, go in that booth and let my soul cry
Soul cry
I ain't gon cap, I won't tell no lies
No lie, go in that booth and let my soul cry
Soul cry
I ain't gon cap, I won't tell no lies
I let my motherfuckin' soul cry
Go in that booth and let my soul cry