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G.I. Soul
by Quelle Chris
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G.I
G.I., fly
Hey, men came from planets, niggas from plantations
Lyrics from experiences, samples from creations
Cop my bones at two lous
Cinnamon whiskey, two brews
Tether that came from my pops,
As many of my habits do prove
I'm glad he won't show dap style
But a gamma ray kodak smile
A soldier for this rap life
Why am I Mr Gunshots
Like Roadblock, hold up
Don't call me Chris, that ain't my name though
Government-issued girl scouts
Born on government neglect and fronto
That my man rolled get my Obama checks
That the government owes us ten fold
For fighting the urge to ride out
To the burbs and rob their kinfolk
It's simple
This part of my government-issued
Hate that they pay its worth
They say it's worth
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Inalienable rights makes me an alien on sight
They chartin' my birth, heart and my height stars
They watchin' for the wrong record
Not the one I'm slavin' to write
I'm a nigga, punishable for not even singin' it right (Nigga)
Go figure
Rappers more likely to have illegitimate kids
Tax deficits, bids
Lucky to live as long as professional athletes
Flashing cameras on Black man
Who's cuffed in back seats
Makes good programming for have-nots
And little latch keys
It's how they get you, it's too intricate to add insult
They sprinkle crack on them raps to make it more official
Print you, index-point pin you to that grid
They scan you into (Into)
Locked down (Locked down)
Mental (Mental)
Government Issue, you're forced to take
No care and well care
We foster wards of the State farm with no portion or plate
Call Heavenly Father for what big brother done made
He constantly reminds me I'm the son, sun ray
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
G.I
G.I., fly
Hey, men came from planets, niggas from plantations
Lyrics from experiences, samples from creations
Cop my bones at two lous
Cinnamon whiskey, two brews
Tether that came from my pops,
As many of my habits do prove
I'm glad he won't show dap style
But a gamma ray kodak smile
A soldier for this rap life
Why am I Mr Gunshots
Like Roadblock, hold up
Don't call me Chris, that ain't my name though
Government-issued girl scouts
Born on government neglect and fronto
That my man rolled get my Obama checks
That the government owes us ten fold
For fighting the urge to ride out
To the burbs and rob their kinfolk
It's simple
This part of my government-issued
Hate that they pay its worth
They say it's worth
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Inalienable rights makes me an alien on sight
They chartin' my birth, heart and my height stars
They watchin' for the wrong record
Not the one I'm slavin' to write
I'm a nigga, punishable for not even singin' it right (Nigga)
Go figure
Rappers more likely to have illegitimate kids
Tax deficits, bids
Lucky to live as long as professional athletes
Flashing cameras on Black man
Who's cuffed in back seats
Makes good programming for have-nots
And little latch keys
It's how they get you, it's too intricate to add insult
They sprinkle crack on them raps to make it more official
Print you, index-point pin you to that grid
They scan you into (Into)
Locked down (Locked down)
Mental (Mental)
Government Issue, you're forced to take
No care and well care
We foster wards of the State farm with no portion or plate
Call Heavenly Father for what big brother done made
He constantly reminds me I'm the son, sun ray
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Your G.I. on your soul
