Basic Training
Basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
I'm in basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
Sooner or later I'll be disabled
I watch where my hooves step
If I'm tripping I might set it off
Switching my bayonet to a sabre
I might need a few inches
These necks I'mma go slit 'em all
Stitching up players of sick games
I'm cast as the crew medic
The last one is lost to the cause
Learning to hit 'em from new angles
The day that they turn tables
The day that I go visit God
Identity crisis
Steady I'm cleaning my rifle
Got knife in my boot on my ankle
Anchored to troop when I move
Ghillie suit
Sitting in a bush I'm waiting, on this cliff I could wait for days
I don't get paid much, I don't get a vacation
No basic training, It's desert storm
War paint on my face
Saddam Hussien
I'm naked, I'm naked
I'm going in blazing, I'm painting a picture
Never put a name on my paper
You don't need to know it was me
If you do you'll figure out later
If you need to know where I am
I'm in Iran with the Persian sabre
Basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
I'm in basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
Strait of Hormuz
Money Clan trooper
Came here to shoot
Grab onto my helmet then move
Move with the unit
I'm not here to save you
I am the sultan
As long as I'm here and everyone hates it
Buzz cut, I got a bunch of 'em hunting me deep in the hills
I'm a killer not loving it
I got a memory tracking me follow the prints of my
Boots in the fields, and I'm lacking these feelings
Oh, I got a tango to deal with
I got a payload to steal
Baby I'm earning my meal
I got a pain in the back of my heel
I got a reason to pray when I kneel
I got a feeling it pains me whenever I try to discover it
I'm not above it
There's days that I wish to be under it
Losing my plan now, blood in the sand now
Sick I'm a mad cow, but at least I'm a man now
Right...?
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
I'm in basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
Sooner or later I'll be disabled
I watch where my hooves step
If I'm tripping I might set it off
Switching my bayonet to a sabre
I might need a few inches
These necks I'mma go slit 'em all
Stitching up players of sick games
I'm cast as the crew medic
The last one is lost to the cause
Learning to hit 'em from new angles
The day that they turn tables
The day that I go visit God
Identity crisis
Steady I'm cleaning my rifle
Got knife in my boot on my ankle
Anchored to troop when I move
Ghillie suit
Sitting in a bush I'm waiting, on this cliff I could wait for days
I don't get paid much, I don't get a vacation
No basic training, It's desert storm
War paint on my face
Saddam Hussien
I'm naked, I'm naked
I'm going in blazing, I'm painting a picture
Never put a name on my paper
You don't need to know it was me
If you do you'll figure out later
If you need to know where I am
I'm in Iran with the Persian sabre
Basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
I'm in basic training
I ain't Private Ryan, ain't nobody save me baby
They won't let me cry
Now I'm doing basic training
Yeah I hate it lately
I'mma see you later baby
I can't promise it's a maybe
Strait of Hormuz
Money Clan trooper
Came here to shoot
Grab onto my helmet then move
Move with the unit
I'm not here to save you
I am the sultan
As long as I'm here and everyone hates it
Buzz cut, I got a bunch of 'em hunting me deep in the hills
I'm a killer not loving it
I got a memory tracking me follow the prints of my
Boots in the fields, and I'm lacking these feelings
Oh, I got a tango to deal with
I got a payload to steal
Baby I'm earning my meal
I got a pain in the back of my heel
I got a reason to pray when I kneel
I got a feeling it pains me whenever I try to discover it
I'm not above it
There's days that I wish to be under it
Losing my plan now, blood in the sand now
Sick I'm a mad cow, but at least I'm a man now
Right...?
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Writer(s): Jet Neptune, Money Goblin
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