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Mantra
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Naked Soldier
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Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope
But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown
And imma make it on my own
Trapping or rapping I don't know
But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone
Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope
But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown
And imma make it on my own
Trapping or rapping I don't know
But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone
Chasing a check and I'm boutta go get it
Counting up all of these hunnids and fifties
Makin them plays I just do it so swiftly
Bet give me 15 and I'll meet you at Chilis
I'm all about dough so I'm chasing them milis
I don't fuck with hoes specially if they be silly
My benzo got smoke coming all out the ceiling
That fake as fuck shit bro is just not appealing
Pull up with a p in a back pack
Pistol by my side case you act whack
Say you getting money where the stack at
Now you acting funny gotta back track
Thinking I'm a dummy that be slack slack
Making all this money on the fast track
Flipping all these onions like a flap jack
Hunger in my tummy that's a flash back
I was trynna eat so I done started selling dope
Found the plug, I got the front, and then I went and flipped the bow
As I got older I learned mo, how am I here man I don't know
But I swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone
Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope
But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown
And imma make it on my own
Trapping or rapping I don't know
But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone
My homies get that pack in
We flip it like gymnastics
Just gotta get them racks quick
Im making plays like backflips
Stayout here trynna stack chips
I'm always real no acting
That 3 point star up on my car all you see when I back in
Just trynna live lavish and do this shit my way
Gotta thank god every morning I see another day
Took 3 years to find myself and I ain't got no time to play
Trynna make it in this rap shit so I'm working while a pray
Aye
Mama tellin me that I should stop the selling dope
But I told her listen here mama I'll do it cuz I'm grown
And imma make it on my own
Trapping or rapping I don't know
But i swore to all you haters you can't knock me out my zone
Haha
Writer(s): Mantra
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