Soldier

Lyrics

I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
 I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
 I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
 Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted
 Some crazy things, my mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
 It ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for
 A dollar, I'm so in love with the guala
 I remember all the shootouts with the
 Other side, we used to slide out Impalas
 Now I'm sipping Actavis breakfast
 Lunch, dinner, I might need to see a doctor
 I'm on some young rich nigga shit
 Louis loafers just to push the rover
 I put a drum in a stick, now it's time to slide on whoever be closest
 Ayy, Gucci sandals, no Moses
 I fucked the baddest, Hocus Pocus
 When it come to pain, who felt the mostest?
 I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
 I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
 I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
 Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted
 I just need to keep speaking through the microphone
 I just need to keep sippin' that purple styrofoam
 I just need to keep goin' hard, or go home
 I just need to get that foreign car candy chrome
 I gave that ho here Glocks, extended clips and beams
 Got so much ice around my neck, don't tell the hockey team
 One thing I can't be quoted
 One thing I can't be told me
 Better get caught with it without it, better keep it on
 I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
 I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
 I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
 Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted
 Some crazy things, my mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
 It ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for
 A dollar, I'm so in love with the guala
 I remember all the shootouts with the
 Other side, we used to slide out impalas
 Now I'm sipping Actavis breakfast
 Lunch, dinner, I might need to see a doctor
 We put that opp boy up, like a fuckin' pole stick
 Come in foreign Hellcat, 'rarris and Rovers
 Comin' down the street, you can hear the motor
 Yeah, percocets and codeine I ain't feelin' sober
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:06
Key
8
Tempo
101 BPM

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