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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luh Soldier
Luh Soldier
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luh Soldier
Luh Soldier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BABY ZAYTOVEN
BABY ZAYTOVEN
Producer

Songteksten

[Verse 1]
Testimony to the streets, I'm tryna make it happen
I'm tryna make it happen, I'm tryna
[Verse 2]
Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth
Lil' bro pulled up in a magnum
He want that work, I'm tryna see like if I'm really gon' tax him
I cut the price, he gon' come back so I can move like a phantom
And if you trappin', you'll relate, Luh Soldier makin' an anthem
Finesse and elevate, lil' ****, motivation for hustle
Say how you really hang with squares, lil' boy you know they some busters
I spit the truth and that's a fact
It ain't no cap in my campaign
I pray I stay afloat, these **** they tryna maintain
They tryna double back and get money you **** trippin' bad
I'm sleepin' with my pistol for **** that wanna do me bad
I know them boys been watchin' but fuck it, we gotta get it gone
If you ain't 'bout no money then why the fuck would you hit my phone?
Why these **** flodgin'? I'm tryna see why they wanna cap
You know we not on terms, when I catch you, ain't finna give you dap
Don't think just 'cause I rap I won't pop 'em, I do my own dirt
You **** takin' up for a ****, go get your own work
[Verse 3]
Testimony to the streets, I wanna make it happen
Who 'bout that action? Where your profit, dog? Who really trappin'?
Testimony to the streets, I did it for the trappers
Pick up the scale, turn on your flip, 'cause this your fuckin' anthem
Testimony to the streets, I wanna make it happen
Who 'bout that action? Where your profit, dog? Who really trappin'?
Testimony to the streets, I did it for the trappers
Pick up the scale, turn on your flip, 'cause this your fuckin' anthem
[Verse 4]
Money is the motive, lil' ****, I'm tryna tell you now
If you ain't got no money, then listen, it's time to figure out
You say you got a hustle, well let me know when you're makin' money
Cappin' for these hoes, reality, these **** really bummin'
Didn't have no mil', I had a pistol and a dream
Didn't have no dollar to my name, I had to pull a couple screens
I'm in that mode, I feel like Gucci back in '04
I'm trappin' out of state, all through LA, fuckin' with Lonzo, I ain't no Laker
If anything, bitch, I'm a Pacer
Got folks in Indiana, touch the package, we gon' face you, end of discussion
I never was a stand up kid, I sit and mind my business
I feel like ace, I ain't for sure, no need for fuckin' witness
Codefendant was your partner but he pulled your card
These **** pussy, who gon' step?
'Cause I'm gonna stomp the yard
Came out the trap, ain't tryna sleep, it ain't no need for beds
Feelin' like Gucci, bitch, I'm juggin', tryna bust your head
[Verse 5]
Testimony to the streets, I wanna make it happen
Who 'bout that action? Where your profit, dog? Who really trappin'?
Testimony to the streets, I did it for the trappers
Pick up the scale, turn on your flip, 'cause this your fuckin' anthem
Testimony to the streets, I wanna make it happen
Who 'bout that action? Where your profit, dog? Who really trappin'?
Testimony to the streets, I did it for the trappers
Pick up the scale, turn on your flip, 'cause this your fuckin' anthem
Written by: Luh Soldier
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