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Ayy, ayy
Soldier Kidd
Thank you lord for everything
Forgive me for all my sins, help me from the hurts of my past
I love you and I need you
Cover me with your precious and holy blood
My family, my friends
Give me your dreams lord
Bless and protect everyone that believes and needs you
To believe in you

I ain't even famous but it's Soldier Kidd
You know I'm created, I'll slide this b*t*h
You don't even know me, I'll slide your sh*t
Haitian boy but money be my language, yeah
Tell them crackers free my whoadie Ted
I was thinkin' 'bout some money, let's go f**kin' rob a bed
Every time I see Lil Pappy, man he know I'm the chef
Hundred band mafia, he know I'm bangin' Triple-X
He don't even speak English but I know he comprehend
I ain't f**kin' with the ho unless that b*t*h adequate
Man my dog above the rim, he used to call me Soula Slim
And this gun so sexy that I call that b*t*h Kim
I ain't never see a n***a, somethin' wrong with my lens
You a motherf**kin' goon, 'bout to meet some goblins
'Cause if I pull up on your dudes I'ma really pop sh*t
Baby you ain't hear of me? well I'm the glory jit
All eyes on me and I'm bringin' border print, yeah
F**k the ABC, Triple-X what I be gettin'
I was skippin' through your friends like a f**kin' playlist
I ain't none' to play with, I just wanna make it

J Real, that my whoadie, we be on the same sh*t
He say I'm the greatest, this ain't no hit but it's gon' hit
Put in work like Mexican, smokin' blacks and hittin' krit
I just came up out the jack but I ain't goin' to the crib
Poppin' perky with my n***as, I'm with Nick, he got a trigger
See they rappin' what I do but I ain't rappin' with your dude
My religion need to blow up 'cause all I spit is truth
It ain't Henny, who is you? I ain't drinkin' none of that boof
Tank hangin' out the roof, ready to bang right on you
You be stagin' just for views, Soldier Trump, I'm in the room
I been married to the game, she my wife and I'm the groom
I'm in [?] with no banger, but the gun could let me through

I ain't never see a n***a, somethin' wrong with my lens
You a motherf**kin' goon, 'bout to meet some goblins
'Cause if I pull up on your dudes I'ma really pop sh*t
Baby you ain't hear of me? well I'm the glory jit
All eyes on me and I'm bringin' border print, yeah
F**k the ABC, Triple-X what I be gettin'
I was skippin' through your friends like a f**kin' playlist
I ain't none' to play with, I just wanna make it

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