paroles de chanson Built Like a Soldier (feat. G Herbo) - G Herbo , Lil Tjay

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Tahj Money)

If I ain't rap, woulda sold my soul to the trap (you know that)
If I ain't rap, I'd be spinnin' opp blocks with a MACs (I'm from the 'Raq)
Drillin', I ain't buyin' no jewelry, warfare, a hunnid racks
I was really him, damn near up an M, lettin' it splat

And I'm livin' all facts, three foreigns, all black
They act like I run the 'Raq, give 'em that, that's all bap
I got niggas doin' real sentences like all caps
Don't make sense, we still movin' militant with all straps

Wasn't no way to cope with mental illnesses, we all snapped
How we still get rich and havin' businesses? We all adapt
G Herbo, my vision clear, problems, I make disappear
Watch them all count me out, stupid, this my biggest year

And I'm gettin' older, heart gettin' colder
Tinted whip, rollin', ventin' by my lonely
Chip on my shoulders (yeah), weight like a boulder (uh-huh)
Fuck pressure, I'm moldin' (I'm moldin'), built like a soldier

Young nigga ballin', they hatin' on me, I'm just winnin', I don't understand
Regular shit, they can't be me, no, my pockets bussin', I know I'm the man
Wanted my hood on my hand, I did what I did, I was servin' that product to man
Fuck it, did time in the can, not part of the plan, but that's just what come with it, damn

Ain't no bad person, but know I'ma do what I can
To feed my fans, help my man's, overall get to the bands
Certain things I've done, won't nobody understand
Like, damn, I ain't showin' my hand

I was runnin' through 'em trenches, runnin' through 'em trenches tryna get rich
'Member runnin' from a sentence, hoppin' over fences, now I can't slip
They was suckin' my dick, bro told me, "Fuck it, don't trip"
They was suckin' my dick, made it, a young nigga lit

Rolled a 35 in a spliff, high as a bitch, who wanna die in this bitch?
Dare someone try in this bitch, bro got the Draco, and he don't mind firin' some shit
Never gon' lie, I'ma stick, that's on some real nigga shit
I kept it real from a jit, I know that boy, he a bitch, never really on shit

Free bro Raf, he knocked for a body, he told me he never ever gon' switch
I know some niggas I trust doin' everything, told me they never ever gon' snitch
I got some memories stuck in my head I know I won't never ever forget
Swear I won't never tell 'em boys shit, nah, I ain't never leavin' my clique, nah

Who? (Bro died)
I never thought it'd be you (oh, why?)
Now we're divided in two (no, uh)
And I don't know what to do (no, no, no, no, no), oh