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• Artiste: Lil Tjay
• Titre: Built Like A Soldier
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(Pipe that shit up, TnT) (Dmac on the fuckin' track) (Tahj Money) If I ain't rap, would've sold my soul to the trap (You know that) If I ain't rap, I'd be spinnin' opp blocks with a MACs (I'm from the 'Raq) Drillin', I ain't buyin' no jewelry, warfare, a hundred racks I was really him, damn near up an M, lettin' it splat And I'm livin' all facts, three foreigns, all black They act like I run the 'Raq, give 'em that, that's all bap I got niggas doin' real sentences like all caps Don't make sense, we still movin' militant with all straps Wasn't no way to cope with mental illnesses, we all snapped How we still get rich and havin' businesses? We all adapt G Herbo, my vision clear, problems, I make disappear Watch them all count me out, stupid, this my biggest year And I'm gettin' older, heart gettin' colder Tinted whip, rollin', ventin' by my lonely Chip on my shoulders (Yeah), weight like a boulder (Uh-huh) Fuck pressure, I'm moldin' (I'm moldin'), built like a soldier Young nigga ballin', they hatin' on me, I'm just winnin', I don't understand Regular shit, they can't be me, no, my pockets bussin', I know I'm the man Wanted my hood on my hand I did what I did, I was servin' that product to man Fuck it, did time in the can Not part of the plan, but that's just what come with it, damn Ain't no bad person, but know I'ma do what I can To feed my fans, help my mans, overall get to the bands Certain things I've done, won't nobody understand Like, damn, I ain't showin' my hand I was runnin' through them trenches, runnin' through them trenches tryna get rich 'Member runnin' from a sentence, hoppin' over fences, now I can't slip They was suckin' my dick, bro told me, "Fuck it, don't trip" They was suckin' my dick, made it, a young nigga lit Rolled a three-five in a spliff High as a bitch, who wanna die in this bitch? Dare someone try in this bitch Bro got the Draco and he don't mind firin' some shit Never gon' lie, I'ma stick That's on some real nigga shit, I kept it real from a jit I know that boy, he a bitch, never really on shit Free bro Raf, he knocked for a body, he told me he never ever gon' switch I know some niggas I trust doin' everything, told me they never ever gon' snitch I got some memories stuck in my head I know I won't never ever forget Swear I won't never tell 'em boys shit, nah, I ain't never leavin' my clique, nah Who? (Bro died) I never thought it'd be you (Oh, why?) Now we're divided in two (No, uh) And I don't know what to do (No, no, no, no, no) Oh