Street Soldiers

Best advice my granny gave me was don't hold a grudge
Nigga ran off with the bag the whole hood want some blood
My lil bitch to get her money she gone give me love
Hit a lick for fourty thousand cut my nigga a dub
Street soldiers yeah a nigga crying we dont show love
How you tryna make a nigga mad you ain't gave me nothing
Jealousy evil trait gotta watch who you trust
How we balling on the same team you mad when i score

Where i come from niggas don't want no bread
A rather be tough
He tryna put on a act and get turned to a pack
Cus them killers they knew it was bluff
Pass me the water cus im booted up stuck
Im feelin lit the fuck up
Just tryna win me some grammy's Take care of my family
And ride out in my bently truck
If you want war lil nigga it's up
You ain't got to ask my nigga it's tucked
Foenem gone blast find out im touched
He don't serve gas my nigga that's huff
Gave em' my last but he broke my trust
Niggas be fucked up
Leave his body stanking filled em' up with hollow slugs
All my bloodas man we got it out the mud
To be a real nigga you ain't gotta be thug
In the stu' with Dumbway going crazy on the hook
And i treat em' like my brother cus he always showed me love

Best advice my granny gave me was don't hold a grudge
Nigga ran off with the bag the whole hood want some blood
My lil bitch to get her money she gone give me love
Hit a lick for fourty thousand cut my nigga a dub
Street soldiers yeah a nigga crying we dont show love
How you tryna make a nigga mad you ain't gave me nothing
Jealousy evil trait gotta watch who you trust
How we balling on the same team you mad when i score



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Writer(s): Jacobas Mcbride
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