Let Your Heart Go (Break My Soul)

[Hook: The-Dream] We said we'd never be, just a memory And even though it breaks my soul Still I'll never let your heart go We're running way too fast, ohh Chasing down that blue grass, yeah Hope I didn't break your soul And no I'll never let your heart go [Verse 1: T.I.] Ay, man, remember all a nigga had With 20 grand cash, it was all in the bag And we got it all with the crack Lookin for the plug in the mall with the gat No, you never loaned me a pack But he loaned me a ride with it all in the back How could you just call me with that Acting like you think you gettin all of it back Still remember standin all alone in the trap Waitin on a plate, lookin for a way And damn a big car pull up on me one day Got a homie Toomp to put some beats on tape Huh, and it's been long since then Damn can't believe you been gone since then Huh, I really miss my nigga Tramel this for you, know you up there nigga [Hook: The-Dream] [Bridge: The-Dream & (T.I.)] And no I'll never let your Your, ohh, ohh Your, ohh, ohh, ohh (Ay, if you miss your nigga like I miss my nigga) (Sing, sing) Ohh, ohh, ohh (Ay, on the inside nigga you still tough) Your [Verse 2: T.I.] Ay, remember when we were just 16 Mind on one thing, how to be street kings Now we numb like morphine To the gunplay everyday is a war scene But ya'll was my nigga No matter what I knew I could call on my nigga And any bullshit involving my niggas 30 rounds in the clip, spray it all for my niggas Yeah, cap, we were just teenagers Provin to the G's in the hood we able To ball on these haters Doin a movie screen made ya, you and me playa Damn, why they have to give my nigga life We can ball like a god 'til we bring him back Really miss you nigga ain't a motha fuckin lie Pimp squad til we die, free my nigga cap [Hook: The-Dream] [Verse 3: T.I.] Huh, I admit it I've seen Back in the day how silly I seemed Selling cocaine wasn't really my dream Could get my family farther than anyone seen Ay, and if anyone seen Where I made it today probably really one thing One 12 in the face, no he finna run games Ain't gon trick me into sayin any one name Nope, well go sit in the cell about that For weeks I was mad in the head about that Police sayin shit really wasn't my shit It was his and he knew I wasn't playin bout that Hey, for every time I'm strapped The 12 ride by, they ain't finding my strap Judge woulda had a nigga heart bout that A nigga woulda sensed some bad blood by that [Hook: The-Dream]