Lyrics:
black Prado formation
No luck, team high roll presidential
Rolled up with like all my soldiers
Go nuts, wild out we the next generation
Rolled up black
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
of thy works
I'm in my little bubble and this bubble won't burst
That's why JAH rastafari will always come first
I'm 28 I see my life so clear
With you by
groove like Kuzco
The big dog did it in the booth like Cujo
And josh locked me in and hid
The keys to the studio
Been left behind by some people
But it's
haven't talked in so long
She wanna fuck with a soldier
Black nigga
Lookin' like a dope dealer
'Cause you kissin' me, respectin' her in both mirrors
Drove my Honda to a Ralph’s
But the Ralph’s had no pie
And them good old boys said
We sell other dessert
But every other dessert is a lie
So this'll be
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
this time next year
I'm nearly 23 you feel the energy
Josh was my little bro you seen the chemistry
Feels like I got a whole leap of enemies
Now you're
shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light
Little boy josh scared to open his mouth
Old enough to understand what this was about
But too young to realise the world flipped upside down
From place
like vampires
Compliment each other like burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty
like vampires
Compliment each other like burgers and french fries
In the last minute I done thought about you ten times
Fine on the out but she pretty
depression (depression) and despair (despair) , to buy your freedom
Do you know how to do that?
And by the way freedom feels really good
Here's how
Do you
beyond the grave like a voodoo hex what's next
I'm fueled by my rage by I'm trying to find peace
Like a soldier in a garden it's harder with each week
I
The only billionaire, playboy
Philanthropist on the block
Kidnapped by terrorists
He ruined their entire plan
Turned a box of scraps into
A fully-suited Iron
the ground
What you thought
Niggas would support by showing me love
But all I got was fake hugs
Soft daps and shrugs
Look at that arrogant little nigga
other words thugged-out
But she was trafficing and manufacturin' drugs out
She was a little older she was a little bolder
Than all my other hoes, she
a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in
Soldiers don't go to Hell
It's war
Soldiers, they kill other soldiers
Blew a fifty on a Dwele, with girly out in LA
Tryna stick me, gotta get up
and now my trench is missing, soldiers bleeding
Missin' some other hethens, but I ain't got no grievance
Everybody's fightin wars against they own
With fully-fashioned mugs, that's Little John's thugs,
The Barking Slugs - supersmugs!
For today is the day when they sort it out, sort it out,
These
cried by your side
You didn't even put up a fight
Oh yeah yiéé
You could've tried
No no no no no
I'm no wrong
I'm done looking all strong
I call this shit
P.I.G., and several other New York rappers
Jay-Z, from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherfuckers
Are
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
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