Lyrics:
Grandpa taught me more than a little bit
I learned that life is like a toddler and sometimes it'll hit
He taught me to hit back and he taught me
battles, Glu’? True
I share the narratives
‘Cause I’m fatigued, too- nigga
The difference is I’m wearin’ ‘em!
It’s soldier shit
Fold ya shit, left to leak
the child praying for his mama's life
Holding little sisters while my daddy cries
I'm just trying to get you all inside my mind
Holding a body by the street
played a little classical
Music for you kids
The march of the wooden soldiers
And you can hear Jack say
Sweet Jane sweet Jane
Sweet Jane
Some people like
and such
Caught much ya buckshots
And his body was discovered by the cops
The phone dropped, my brain locked in shock
Started smoking mad weed but
The pain
step up in this motherfucker chest up
Only hot boy left up in this mother
Other niggas slept up but I kept up
Niggas stepped down but I stepped up
In
"For us to live any other way
Was nuts uh, to us
Those goody-good people who worked shitty
Jobs for bum paychecks and
Took the subway to work every
Freedom of speech but you censoring Rashida
Right to bear arms except for those who wear kuffiyahs
No quartering soldiers but why would I need them?
time like it's forges
My eyes gettin' lower, the time's gettin' slower
There's not a whole day that goes by that I'm sober
Y'all little ass rocks, they
to school
Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen
With big dreams for the younger sibling
O couldn't do no wrong
According
the handle
I'm hearing sirens but I just wanna run away but I can't
Jason's gone by the time police are comin'
They saw that ain't no one else in the house
other people near'em
See? you don't have to wait up
Go to sleep
It must've been raining
The world's all cleaned up
A breeze goes by
We are in
Yeah
Lost so many soldiers overseas
Over cheese
I was on my knees, and cowaiting by rain steady praying for the world to freeze
Little kid's gone,
rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
soldier some you get blessed over
Bums they straight come from under ?
I told you, That I would die for my loved ones
Kill for my blood ones beside
but they dragged him by his arm
They took him upstairs
His mum was tied up in the flat to a chair
Soon as he saw, man he rushes over there
I swear
Intro:
Welcome, welcome to the other side of the H.
Yea we known for popping trunk, riding slab, sipping syrup, and banging screw.
But I challenge
an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites
That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
They say I'm
off from an overrated government full of corruption and hypocrites
That try to immoralize yourself when they untouchable by laws, that's bullshit
They
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
the other cheek/ Nigga, please! Generation X is more than the weak, just a little sneak peek preview of what I came to do/ Simply dominate, won't tolerate,
a dream, others just chasin' a high
Some people blind leading the blind, they chasin' a lie
Some people chokin' backs broken barely makin' it by
But
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception busta bus himself
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular x to the zizzle
That's what the fuck it is,
Why?
Sky's the limit so you know I'm gonna rise and shine
I gotta do my thing, I'm kinda getting a little tired of all that's hidden
That's
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