Lyrics:
position itself is taking its toll
The occupational stress exuding like cigarettes for the soul
And you ask now who's calling and they say, "just pick up
Walking out of the door, I'm on my way
Can you tell me just where I'm going?
Occupational skills would you give me a clue
What to do 'cause my
Kim Jisoo I hope that you
Don't have to join the military
You'd Kill This Love with death from above
I know you think that the heights are so scary
a military mind
May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox
Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block
My live mind got me survivin'
stressing
You don't need to be guessing
The Obama Deception, that was just one lesson
The military got all kind of weapons
And most of them are pointed
At us
there isn't any greater
Military millinery simulator
We fight all day to find out who's
The most fashionable faction in TF2
Listen up 'cause I won't
military blick
After I fuck, she catching jitney
I ain't dropping off the bitch
I swear Dior don't do no talking
He be steppin up on shit
I don't even know
fired
Serpent's bullshit is overflowed; I’m out, bitch, I’m tired
Dunno why I still can’t win...
Still grind, fresh faith, brand new skills
Gotta get
Water on my chain like a Navy SEAL
Loaded on sticks, ready to go to war
Move like the military on tour
I got my finesse game on point
Codeine
Huh
Yea right
Fuck joining the military
(Military)
I'll profit off this
God said this is hot shit
Like this niggas top lip
Up on a crew boat it goes
generation)
For that, KRIT, let's kill these niggas
You got skills to help build these killers (killers)
Take the murder rate even higher (higher)
And take
military precision
Spotlight on the tower, tryna nullify my vision
My eyeballs keep rollin in the back of my head
Practicing for any minute when I'm actually
go so differently for me
No one uplifted me, I came in the game
Like the military
Took aim and then bang shit it turned to a killing spree
No one like
phase the fakes
Upstage the snakes, get paid get laid
[x-Amount]
I stay euipped like military money green like night vision
Unseen like coumaflage
Stayed with mom & pops was military/we got stationed in places shit could vary (for real)/Fort Stewart yeah right by Savannah/Hinesville I chilled
with chips from the floor to the ceiling
Just flossin and chillin in a Porsche full-a-women
I'm one in a million, get on the deal already
My skills
to the skills
Cause every person that don't listen is a sucker that kills
And when I first started rapping I set some goals
To rock your mind, your body,
issue
But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
Like they military issue
Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
Catch a gun case
job is secondary, in some military
He throws them to an ?electric camp? that wasn't voluntary
His daughter's name is Sherry, his sons are Tom
killed
The most respected gangsta bitch on the real cause I will
[Chorus X2]
[Fiend}
Remember me I tote a shoty
Military gunfare just
killed
The most respected gangsta bitch on the real cause I will
[Chorus X2]
[Fiend}
Remember me I tote a shoty
Military gunfare just
got the will and the skills
To make it out the killin field alive and killin still
This the type of shit I make you want got our suits on
Knowin
Frank-lin
Shoot 'em shank 'em and burn they skin
Blast for laughs at Chino actions
Skill is a blessin you cowards could only imagine
You ain't an X-Man like
I'm stressin' young, blesses come, record deal
Kept it real, tess my skills, '96, my third born
Word born, vicious like he held him tight, and mellow
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