Soul Bleed

Fucking free Matt R.I.P Tune Free Matt Say somebody gotta feel what I feel In the lowest of the lowest Either kill or be killed Mama stressing, Looney died in the field And my nigga went to trail, I hope he win the appeal Aye it's crazy, you get wacked for a bill Ain't nobody tryin' listen, that's what comes when you real What's yo profession? I call slappin' a skill Only thing can heal his pain is either murder or pills Sam first then through Kilo in jail Since a jit, I seen it all & I been going through hell Been feeling cursed, done hit my ass wit a spell Took my brother from his babies, now he locked in a cell Can't trust these niggas, do some dirt & they tell This shit a cycle, move too fast you miss a step & you fail I seen my nigga that box pale Now I'm seeking for revenge, I plan on poppin' these shells If I was starving, who gon' break me a piece? And the love I got for Leah, I'm gon' die for my niece Yo homies stunt & smack ya hands when you reach We was deep inside them trenches, they call water the streets You go too far & it get harder to breathe I put my soul into this shit & now I'm letting it bleed Act like they love you but it ain't what it seem Been through too much, I had it rough It's like I'm living a dream Say somebody gotta feel what I feel In the lowest of the lowest Either kill or be killed Mama stressing, Looney died in the field And my nigga went to trail, I hope he win the appeal Aye it's crazy, you get wacked for a bill Ain't nobody tryin' listen, that's what comes when you real What's yo profession? I call slappin' a skill Only thing can heal his pain is either murder or pills Murder or pills, murder or pills Since a jit, he seen it all And he been going through hell