Just a kid on his own just tryna get by
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cause his parents not home, cause they out getting high
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So he goes to the store tryna steal something fly
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But he gets bored, now he's on the juvenile ride
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And he's placed in a home, and he talks on the phone
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In a whole 'nother world cause he thinks that he's grown
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So he comes off the waste and shanks up a face
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but little does he know that's a whole 'nother case
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That's a soldier, been in every kind of jail
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Even taught himself to read, nigga sharp as a nail
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He don't smile that much, he don't like to be touched
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I mean, a nigga hard, see him out in the yard
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doing fifty a clip, something crazy on the waste
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They heater real reason they glued all the plates
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Nigga got no fear, every nigga on the tier
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From the warden to the guard show him love I swear
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He done put in his work, he been working the floor
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In the library every day learning the law
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So he goes to the board and they let him come home
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But gave him parole even though that he's grown
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Stay with the hammer, the twenty-two long (that's a soldier)
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Going to war even though that he's wrong (that's a soldier)
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Don't give a fuck what side you on (that's a soldier)
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You ain't his fam 'less you there when he's born (that's a soldier)
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And he don't care what time it is (that's a soldier)
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He getting up quick to handle his biz (that's a soldier)
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Millionaire nigga that's moving that raw (that's a soldier)
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And you ain't even know he lived next door (that's a soldier)
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Now the streets ain't the same, it's a whole 'nother game
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It's a lotta new names and a lotta new chains
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Lil' niggas on the block with pela-pelas
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Diamonds in their mouth, sitting on chrome, talking on cellies
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Big funny-shaped Benzos, big Lorenzos
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Homie getting tired of just rocking his Timbos
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Bitches running around with fat asses
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Only giving pussy to these niggas with nice-ass glasses
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Damn should change, how this pussy nigga get him a Range?
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These lil' niggas now working with change
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He like 'Fuck that, something gotta give where I live'
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These niggas gon' break bread or niggas is dead
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That's a soldier
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Aiyyo, now he already violated cause his urine is dirty
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And he already got a hammer, he just watching a birdy
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These lil' niggas don't know the homie seven-thirty
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And they don't really don't care, they shoot just as fast
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Niggas coming round the block, they better not be ass
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Duke a soldier, he tried to tell homie who he was
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What he does, laughing, lighting a blunt
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These lil' niggas like 'Yeah? Now what you want?'
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Showed his gun handle, point the O.G. to candles
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Tell 'em that could be him, now beat your Timbs
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Homie clapped at 'em, point the MAC at 'em
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It's getting crazy now, but fuck it, it's a soldier in town
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[Chorus]
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That's A Soldier
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| Sheek Louch |
