Soldier

I'm a soldier

I'm a soldier

Da da da da da dada

I'm a soldier

I'm a soldier

Yo

Verse #1

Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns

Never was a gangster, until I graduated into one

And got the rep of a villian, for weapon consealin'

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 for 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

Chorus

I'm a soldier

These shoulders hold up so much

They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up

I'm a soldier

Even if my collar bones crush or crumble

I will never slip or stumble

I'm a soldier

These shoulders hold up so much

They wont budge, I'll never fall or fold up

I'm a soldier

Even if my collar bones crush or crumble

I will never stumble

Verse #2

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 gets to news

Pistol whipping mother fucker bouncer 6'2'

Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it

You sweat bullets and excellent that method to 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. pooring salt in your wounds, assault and get 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, there hard to tops

Running and ducking up at Hot Rock's parking lot

You'll all get shot, whether its your fault or not

Chorus

Verse #3

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, could drive me to it

So tic and toc, listen as the sound ticks 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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Go left, go left, go left right left

Go left, go left, go left right left