Lyrics:
spice
I don't take your advices
My AR is precise
I play with knifes
Wrist so cold that's ice
I cut his head it's nice
You want it pay the price
I cut
gooey shit on his chest
Watch this motherfucker beg for mercy
Shoulda let his wiz suck my dick
For the time he jerked me
The soldier I rolls with
age
Shout out Manny
All my baddies still on my spice
They call me daddy
Always falling I'm a light weight
When I roll a fatty
Always falling I'm a light
in the game doing it like me
I’m surrounded by history
A legend in the making
K-Rino said homie that it’s
Mine for the taking
Can’t mess with
Yeah we from,
300 miles south of Houston
Head up in the clouds man, my girl call me a nuisance
Potara baby, fusion
Shit, I talk it fluent
We all up
I don't mean corona
You don't love me but
I bet you love sosa
My clique is legit
My niggas my soldiers
I chill with the stars so
Im powered by solar
out Spice1, Tay Cholly, Moe Gunz,
cll the real niggaz coming outta HcYWcRD...
Dis is the one
Got me shouting where I'm from
Ima show them how we come
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
What, yea
I got that money, I'm balling
You got that money, you broke
My handgun don't got a holster
All of my niggas they soldiers
Throwing
Picture me rollin' once I put this shit in motion
Took a trip out by the ocean just to focus on my focus
Fed up at the moment but you wouldn't
a soldier (now on my block we just march)
You gotta walk it like you talk it (we got the lil' mamas dipping)
I'm grinding
I'm posted up on the block like
love
No matter what you do money
Stack your guns and ones
Is you with me?
Well throw your hands in the air
All my thugs and soldiers
Fuck it even
extra large, in charge, Your bars are medium
This beats the spice of life to strike the strife and tedium
I'll roast you vegetables alive, the temp 425
My mama's on the shit
My daddy splitting
Mom's steady blaming me
Is it my fault just because i'm a young black male
The feds swept me as if kane
fill it with ice
Soon I'll be way too rich
In a brand new whip
With a bad ass bitch Ice Spice
Cool if you hate me, shit, I might
Bark at a big dog, bitch
Evil lurks in the mind of mad men
I have to call Spice 1 to put in work
Yeah straight motherfuckin East Bay killa in the house
Spice
who got the gangsta shit poppin
N.W.A, Too Short, Spice 1, And 2Pac
And fuck you niggaz rappin wack shit, you dodgin the game
I keep two little twin
yeah, I do not think twice, yeah
I got a combination to a safe in the back of the bank that be storing my shit
Just had a conversation with a girl
more than she shells
Cause she been bragging down by the sea shore
I got vices
I'm tryna figure out my crisis
I got all my herbs and spices
Don't ask me
If i took it you can't take it back
She said that i'm giving what you lack
Bracelet for my necklace and it match
Eighteen karat this shit isn't plat
on
Where my rag wearing soldiers that
Love to watch the dough stack
Never leave the house without their strap
(That's what I'm looking for)
They know
to you (yeah)
If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do (what?)
And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you (yeah)
See I'm a man,
[ VERSE 1: Spice 1 ]
I'm reminiscin about my nigga [Name], man, he was shot 30 times
You know my nigga Jay, well, he was stabbed in his sleep and I
Been through pain I'll never complain
Ima real soldier
Earned my stripes and I obtain
Ima real soldier
Spread my wings I fly like a plane
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