Sounds That Never Left My Soul

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