Soulja Boy

Everydays a fight it feels like Floyd vs Logan

But I can't name a time when a nigga folded

I was always told keep a chip on my shoulder

So I stack my money up and let nobody know it

NoCap like I was on the block posted

Everywhere I go they killing so the blicky loaded

And they won't know it until I gotta blow it

Mama I promise you turned yo boy to a soldier

They say they real but I know these niggas fraudulent

I remember mama said that I was a problem kid

5th grade smoking weed shit I guess It's prolly mid