«I’m a soldier»
«I’m a soldier»
«I’m a soldier»
«I’m a soldier»
Laa laa la la la laa

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns
Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one
And got a ???
The weapon concealing, took the image of a thug
Kept shit appealing
Will it — stick out my neck with respect if it meant life or death
Never lived to regret what I said
When your me, people just wanna see if its true
If it’s you, what your saying in your raps what you do
So they feel, it’s part of ya obligation of forefill
If they see you on the streets face to face are you real?
The compitation ain’t no compisation if you feel
Your in violation in any hesitation to get you killed
If you feel it, kill it — you can conceal it, reveal it
Being reasonable will leave you full of bullets
Pull it, squeeze it, ’til its empty, tempt me, push me, pussies
I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze


I love pissing you off, it get’s me off
Like my lawyers, when the fucking judge lets me off
All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off
I’ll violate, and all the motherfucking bet’s be off
I’m a lit fuse, anything I do it gets you
Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6’2″
Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it
You sweat bullets and excellent that the ??? get rid of the next bully
It’s actually better, cause instead of you murdering
You can heard of me come back, and again I kick dirt in them
Mr. ??? consultanting these wounds, your soul gets sued
You can smuggle lawsuits as soon as I walks in the room
Everybody’s hearts just stops, they’se call the cops
All you see is bitches coming up ????
Running and ducking up a hot rod’s parking lot
You’ll all get shot, ???


I spit it slow so these kids know that I’m talking to em
Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to em
I’m like a thug, with a little bit of ‘Pac influence
I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rocking to it
You mother fuckers can never do it like I can do it
Don’t even try, you’ll look stupid, do not pursue it
Don’t ever run your life trying to knock the truse
I spit the illest shit ever ???
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Plus this is the sound of six on the clock
Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on the cock
Listen to the sound of me spilling my heart through this pen
Mother fuckers know that I’ll never be Marshall again
Full of controversy, until I retire my jearsey
‘Til the fire inside dies and expires at 30
And Lord have mercy on anymore of these rappers that verse me
And put a curse on authorities, in the face of diversity

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