Soldiers (feat. Ju$r & Westsyde Rycchie)

Aye, yeah
Oh now they saying that I changed
Funny how money could make people change
Everybody acting strange but it ain't nothing new
Same shit it's just a whole different day
Only thing bending or folding is the cash that I'm making
This world is mine this shit for the taking
Dodging the bs I should be in the matrix
Benjamin's only I'm Washington racist
Float on the beat like Aladdin
Three Six Five in the field like madden
I be cooling, I ain't tripping off shit
Just watch out for my MC he toting a hammer
Three Six Five I ain't switching at all
Boy that's forever gon be the damn gang
Oh you with shits when you see Three Six Five boy better let your nuts hang
This a big body I'm hogging both lanes
Like Trae Ima pop my trunk and swang
365 soldiers they stepping don't try to mistake my clique as a stain

That'll be the last thing you want to do
Thumbing through blues I like this view
Fucking on hoes not by ones by the two's
I ain't stopping til I'm in a two seater coupe
Flow just too wavy y'all slim shady y'all been hating I can see it
I been waiting and been saying Ima be on the top and I mean it
I want a view that's too damn scenic
I want to ball like dude from the Phoenix
Been a Oukast all my damn life that's probably why I'm the freshest and cleanest
Nice guy but my flow is just the meanest
Out of this world bitch I'm on Venus
Son of the lord but when I go to sleep in my dreams I be talking to demons
Got off my ass feeling like fuck it
Got me some cash like you cannot touch it
O.T Genasis baby just cut it
Hungry as fuck I'm rubbing my stomach
Am I wrong for wanting it all?
Am I wrong for wanting to ball?
Am I wrong for wanting every shot that I call until I fall?

Only thing bending or folding is the cash that I'm making
This world is mine this shit for the taking
Dodging the bs I should be in the matrix
Benjamin's only I'm Washington racist
Float on the beat like Aladdin
Three Six Five in the field like madden
I be cooling, I ain't tripping off shit
Just watch out for my MC he toting a hammer
Three Six Five I ain't switching at all
Boy that's forever gon be the damn gang
Oh you with shits when you see Three Six Five boy better let your nuts hang
This a big body I'm hogging both lanes
Like Trae Ima pop my trunk and swang
365 soldiers they stepping don't try to mistake my clique as a stain

We in the field with Fabe we gettin it
Gang drop the addy you know that we spinning it
Just copped a body, it's time to get rid of it
Nigga act hard he get popped like a Ritalin
Just went to church but I know I'm gon sin again
Damn J Sesh can't wait till we meet again
My time is coming young nigga I'm feeling it yeah
Aye
You niggas aint gang you bitches some hoes
Trey Six Five, we the gang on the road
You niggas look broke, you don't want no smoke
How is you outside but can't do no shows?
Pulled up to the function with two or three bowls
You know that I'm strapped with like three or four poles
And I ain't got to explain you know how it go, yeah

Nigga 237 I'm straight out the trenches with 25 (?)
I got to go get it, I made a promise for all of my niggas
That we gon get rich just give me a minute
I can't be fucking with petty ass bitches and pussy ass niggas who lowkey be snitches
I made a promise to run up my riches and stack up my digits all the way to the ceiling

Only thing bending or folding is the cash that I'm making
This world is mine this shit for the taking
Dodging the bs I should be in the matrix
Benjamin's only I'm Washington racist
Float on the beat like Aladdin
Three Six Five in the field like madden
I be cooling, I ain't tripping off shit
Just watch out for my MC he toting a hammer
Three Six Five I ain't switching at all
Boy that's forever gon be the damn gang
Oh you with shits when you see Three Six Five boy better let your nuts hang
This a big body I'm hogging both lanes
Like Trae Ima pop my trunk and swang
365 soldiers they stepping don't try to mistake my clique as a stain



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Writer(s): Fabian Garcia
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