Life of a Soldier Lyrics

Live your life to the fullest any time it could be your last second

Anytime a opp could slide on you hollering out what you repping

You could stay up out the way nigga miss firing the weapon

Sometimes you molt a ant when you don't watch where you stepping

I told bro pick-six that was just code for intercept em'

At a red light four cars block the intersection

All you hear is firing then shots to your inner section

Fucked up mind I ain't fine but fuck it cause they ain't checking

All this pain gotta let it go

People round me think they really know

But they don't know the half cause I don't let it show

If you my dog I'm in the wrong don't pillow talk just let me know

As brothers supposed nip it in the bud cause that's how envy grow

But no these niggas rather move like bitches and hoes

Got me thinking am I my brothers keeper while upping the pole Nino

Cause yeah that's your dog but he gotta go

Same rules euthanize your dog when the greed grow

Grab a tool down right up cheat code

The gram got real women blending in with the cheap hoes

Got the real deal steppers blending in with the snakes the Ricos

Got my number two looking like a twelve is that the jakes or the bro

Before BNB's was BNE's kicking doors

Before that was PNB's in the trap rocks all on the floor

Sliding on the opps closest I got to a tour

Bro bleeding next to me closest I got to floor

And I don't trust a soul for sure

Gang ask who hit the last lick and I'm like shit I don't know

Cause it be your closest one's turn witness

Same shit Quan got on the stand in Reem case and turn victim

Truth be told if it wasn't that night, we would spilt em'

He hit the fence, stomped him out and we ain't see em' since

I think I was about fourteen, since that day I ain't trust a thing

Big bro told me every chain that hang don't really bling

But on this side the grass ain't always green

But you gotta stay solid you gotta ride for your team

Masked and gloved up summertime long sleeve

Hit the road right there we gotta flee from the scene

Ask myself how I go from playgrounds playing red light green

To in the car with killers two glocks one red dot one green

I'm really starting to see what that game really mean

Was taught your brother die you gotta slide

And at the time I had to be a shooter, I was fifteen I ain't know how to drive

My first shootout was my first-time shooting trial by fire

My first close range splat really left me with blood in my eye

Seen what I seen you'd question how I even smile

Why cause I'm a soldier

They counted me out it feel good to say I told you

Glock in the coat they said the streets getting colder

Been what I been thru either break you or mold you