Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
A certified soldier.
I'm never sober.
More like a stone.
Now my eyes getting lower.
High till I die.
Plus I rise as I get older.
There's a reason for it.
Tryna break even.
You know it.
Even when the odds are stiff against me.
I go out fighting for.
I go out like a fixie.
Murders and rivalries.
This * never stops.
The streets, the throat, the vest and the glock.
The block stays.
I stay off it.
You should know the only result from that's a cellar or coffin.
If you're gonna be involved,
be smart and be cautious and realize everyone in tight.
Have you looking both ways like a lazy eye?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Soldier.
