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Diaries Of A Soldier / Luh Da Raq
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Polo G
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(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy) Uh, uh, uh, uh He's seen everything, diaries of a soldier Beauty of the streets, from the concrete, I rose up We was so naive, rich schemes, what they sold us Countdown from three, I put the team on my shoulders Now these racks up in my jeans, they won't fold up Devastation turned me to a fiend, I'm never sober Bodies dropped, that wintertime breeze, it get colder Lost her youngest teen, she couldn't believе what they told her Them switchеs finna slump him in the street Rippin' sh*t, been focused on the beat Difference is I'm only twenty-three I'm just different, stop comparin' them to me In the room full of lions, Lord knows that I'ma eat I'm a cold-hearted beast I don't do the back and forth, I never been a part of beef All my homies off the porch, they in them trenches sparkin' heat He gon' shoot with no remorse and that FN gon' 'cause a leak Ballin' on and off the court, but we don't send no shots too deep .223s spittin' out the chopper drum Blocka, blocka, your shotta slumped I bet they know that I'm a problem, huh? They can't believe what I blossomed from Ain't tryna bleed, grab a Glock or somethin' Better hide your sh*t when them robbers come You get backdoored quick for a lot of funds When you come from nothin', it be hard not to stunt I remember daily posted on that block for months He's seen everything, diaries of a soldier Beauty of the streets, from the concrete, I rose up We was so naive, rich schemes, what they sold us Countdown from three, I put the team on my shoulders Now these racks up in my jeans, they won't fold up Devastation turned me to a fiend, I'm never sober Bodies dropped, that wintertime breeze, it get colder Lost her youngest teen, she couldn't believe what they told her Gang Ayy, free Lil Trench, man Matter of fact, free all the guys, long live all the bros Lil Capalot in this b*t*h, y'all know how the f**k I'm rockin' (Ayy, turn me up, Jet) In that car box with a profit, a heap stashed Ridin' for the gang, I don't care if we crash My homie died, I might plot at the re-pa** Raised on the block and they taught us to be bad 'Member back then, saw the opps and beat a** Now we lettin' off shots, they feet fast He loadin' up his Glock with a ski mask Excitement and problems, that's all the streets had Quick to pa** up a thot like Steve Nash You only here to suck c*ck if she ask Whole lotta guap, I'm in a deep bag Headed straight to the top, can't be last And the folks say a whole lot of nonsense I can't hear 'em 'cause I only speak cash Got it straight out the mud, I'm beyond rich It be hurtin' they soul when he brag Twelve hot on Wednesday, that's a bookin' night I kept tryna take off, then I took a flight Mind of a demon, I know what my crooks are like Tryna cap on the 'net 'til we took his life If they say that it's beef, we pop out with heat Just to make sure that they cook it right When me and them n***as meet, he get left in the street He got shot in his face for not lookin' right No more semi-autos, this Glock, it's a fully I'm duckin' Tahoes, rockin' this hoodie Show you what this jungle do like A Boogie My shorty gon' step on the block, he a bully Been off the porch, can't hang with no rookies Finger f**k nina if he playin' pu**y I feel like a killer, so you better not push me On that road to riches and this where it took me F**k all the rules, we don't follow the guidelines I'm with the goons, courtside on the sidelines New pack comin' soon, got shells out the MAC flyin' Mixin' Addies with shrooms, my mind fried Better not talk if you ever get hemmed up This all me, what I gotta pretend for? Opps pulled up, what the f**k we slid for? Can't score like they boarded the rim up But we run in the field like some running backs Dope fiends and n***as get killed, I come from that Say if you smoke, then you better be talkin' 'bout a blunt to match Foenem knock sh*t down like a lumberjack Everything that I spit just a bunch of facts 40 got kick, he gon' fight for his life if his brother lack Stand his ground, put him six feet under that Thirty rounds, I ain't scared, I love the 'Raq
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