[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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as that I shot nevеr woke up
N***a 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 n***as 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
[Verse 2: T.F.]
I hit the booth and let my pain flow
Runnin' laps around you n***as, like Usain Bolt
To all my supposed-to-be-n***as, like what you changed for?
Tryin' to sound like how you drown, we in the same boat
I put my faith in how I'm rhymin', I've been patient with my timin'
Like a plate how this shit lined up, I appreciate my grindin'
I appreciate my [?] around these snakes dressed in designer
I'm a lil' illie [?] lasagna
This hoodie cost a couple thousand dollars
Hypocrisy at it's finest, I'm with the snakes dressed in designer
Let my soul cry, I just ran through two-three bottles
I ain't bulletproof shit, if I'm slippin' try and stop me
You ain't stoppin' shit
I run the streets like I'm a [?]
How I run through half a ticket without a pot to piss
I ain't gon' cap I ain't just poppin shit
If shit get ugly, I get skanless
I'm back robbin' shit

[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