POETIC SOLDIER Lyrics

I ain't no chopper,

I'm a whole own kind, hear me out

I'm a youngin' who look up to you and salute You like a soldier on gang, you know

445, a own label right now,

But we reach out

Cause you gave me the blueprint

Believe that, I ain't believe you, you can talk The gangsta shit against me

Poetic soldier, I'm with some hoes up there, Not a valley

Realer than all you niggas and that's a fact

I never cheated, never paid a bill for bitches And I never had a feeling

Crease my brother's sneakers, bitch, we youngins, we bumpin' YB

Right now, I ain't got no smoke, no iron, I learn From the streets

I get better cause I learn from the greatest, But I can't say who it is

I can't see they all alone, we know the Situation get heated

All of them were hated, they told me drizzz, You learn how to sleep

Wrote a hit and I just know that it's inspired By some good

Was it wrong or was it strong?

I don't like the interference

God bless, I hear no shots around, stop fightin' PTSD

I ain't believe you, you can talk The gangsta Shit against me

Poetic soldier, I'm with some hoes up there, Not a valley

Realer than all you niggas and that's a fact

I never cheated, never paid a bill for bitches And I never had a feeling

I ain't believe you, you can talk The gangsta Shit against me

Poetic soldier, I'm with some hoes up there, Not a valley

Realer than all you niggas and that's a fact

I never cheated, never paid a bill for bitches And I never had a feeling

Demons standin' round my bed, they see me Sleepin' easy

I know the devil's tryna trick me to die Overseas

I can't reminisce all my dreams cause

I got serious dreams

It ain't no dreams no more because

I made them turn into a vision

Then I wrote a hit,

I nearly cried because it's real

Was a hustler while I'm broke,

They ask me, why you always rushing

Because I got panaphobia, I can't stay broke

So I'm dealin' and robbin' the plugs and trickin' them thots

I did too many sinning

So I just cleaned up myself and then

I started with singin

I was still a baby drizzz, not even five years old

I had a syndrome imitating rappers so I shaped My own persona

I was round like Michael Jackson, dream the Dream I dream it on, I ain't his son

But I still stack it like I'm in his league

And I was running round with choppers, Running from the coppers

Yeah, we plenty geeked, uh

Stop the violence, it's the only thing

I still believe

Stop the violence, it's the only thing

I still believe

Stop the violence, it's the only thing

I still believe

I ain't believe you, you can talk the gangsta Shit against me

Poetic soldier,

I'm with some hoes up there, not a valley

Realer than all your niggas, and that's a fact

Now I got goosebumps and I ain't trippin

I was flexin', yeah, I never had a feelin