Soldier

I was born and raised in the trenches

Where you see tires in ditches

And a gun on everybody side so they won't get injured

Can't walk outside without your pistol

Keep ya slugs my ****

That street life ain't right thuggin for the realist ****

Yeah yeah

What's the difference everybody trying to be a killa

Young **** dying everyday from the wrong way of living

If not they got locked up clutching on a dirty pistol

If you a thug in the streets you'd already see

Karma come back and get cha

RIP big dump I miss you

Day them **** spent on you

I swear I wish that I was with you

Slanging that fire

Forever screaming fuck a ****

And free choppa boy it's forever fuck the system

Glocks out real killas coming outside

Pop out with my gang

We gon all ride

Running wild

It's forever fuck the other side

Homicide if they ever come and fuck with mine

Yeah you know we on that

We on that

We on that

We on that

Yeah you know we on that

We on that

We on that

We on that