Lyrics:
OF HOPE AND TRY
AND A LITTLE BIT OF HOMIES BY YOUR SIDE
AND THIS IS ME FROM THE DAY I WAS BORN
ME UNTIL THE DAY I DIE
I SAID JUST TRYNA TELL YA RIGHT –
Unknown cat never voted picture me on the scene
Huntin' for greens like mike meyers trick or treatin' on halloween
Mashed down in the fatigues servin'
and I probably need a parade
All the soldiers with me, this shit like green beret
So legendary, I'ma probably need a day (June 29th)
Forgot I already
ride out like the Lone Ranger, and Tonto
Ha-Ha
what's up Big Bob?
Big Swole
Jimmy, huh
Dj Daryl
Beats By The Pound nigga
'Maine
Big Mo
All my
what u wanna do on the seventh
After six days work the seventh has moral value
This one is not green it is blue
O look o look it's a tennisbal
Now I
again.
You ID-I-OT!
I fight soldiers, Link. Soldiers with guns, rocket launchers, helicopters... and you got trapped by a bat.
Link pounces on him...
and the green, nothin' get in between (woo)
Me and the green, nothin' get in between that
Me and the green, it's just me and the green (ayy)
Weed by
on me
Ah Hold Up
Who am I I'm a soldier holy roller
Getting bolder does He know ya
Use to be sleep felt like a coma
Burning my flesh smell the aroma
This
On the cliff, under the sunrise
A little turtle by the sea
Since five days we've been
In the arms of neon luxury
It's true that with you
We
deserves the crown
But fighting over which story tale to believe makes you look like a clown
Green and orange both separated by white
Everybodys lies are
ya box in the mud
Get ya glocks in ya gloves
Ride drops on dubs
We gon' live by that
Make the snitches catch a cut
Soldier pistol nigga what
Hit
Frontline feat Junior Reid
Produced by rsonist heatmakerz
TU TU Tway Iborn Junior reid stanoi take the lead same speed
HOOK
I’m a soldier
ask a nigga what that G like
I remember playing curve ball, and soccer
They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers
The days ain't
ask a nigga what that G like
I remember playing curve ball, and soccer
They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers
The days ain't
meaning of Equality
Our elected leaders would like to find Seeders to rebuild The Perfect Plantation
This new one is global, designed by the Cabal, their
that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate 'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me, might think I'm wack
But
the love of Christ Love is no big deal
I gotta be with someone that can Love me that much
A ride or die watching the clouds Roll by
I like to watch
lean in my way
Boss nigga but I listen to what my son say
Swap with the gun play
Shot down on the Monday
Move like Cash Money soldiers, stick with it
We
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
must be living under a rock youngin
Our production
Get it crunk
Like Family Affairs
And has these toys screaming
Yo it can't be fair
We overlooked
(Cream)
Now smoke a blunt wit'cha boy, smoke some fire green with me
Go and get some plastic toys I think somebody tryin' to get me
I can't FRONT on ya
Pocket full of green, nigga, like a head of lettuce
Put the work in the bag, make a yayo sandwich (sandwich)
Then we go and spread it through the hood
Y'all niggas scared by a dog, I got my fo'-fo' for y'all
It's like a hot, heated day homie, warfare don't play homie
Better be prepared than try to dunk
Poetry deep in the team
Y'all done stepped on we, the green green
Bust it
Suits of brutality patrol sectors
Day care centers ran by vestors
Drunk
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