Soldier

Shed Theory [Verse 1: Dream Caster] Free Kudz I want my cousin Going getting money shit I just threw a bag out I [?] my own And you could write a theory, I could tell you why it’s not it Swear this lil bitch she toxic Stick it out is my option I pop out with my stick He shootin on some boss shit I be on my Top Gun Tom Cruise shit And he be on that Will Smith rap type shit [Verse 2: Henry Mosto] Feel like Chris Brown, hit the mic in a song If you hold me down then I will never tell you stop And if you still in town then I will never leave the spot [Verse 3: Marlon DuBois] About to meet the lurch, you already met the nod How can I let go and still have control Everything I do is theoretical (Nah, nah) The shed's underwater it grew tentacles I can feel it in my body, I’m about to go far Identical theories, I can not tell them apart I’m with my homies sipping pints not pop At the store walked into Woody's car [Verse 4: Aceii] I gotta find all the theories, I get bored Teach me how to live a little lie Wake up, I been shedding through the night Pick it up and I put it into writing Took the Tuss and I put it in the [?] Everything is good when I’m awake Had a dream I’d been staring at the walls for days Had a dream I’d been staring at the hall like no way Shed Theory Find find [Hook: Marlon DuBois] Three cups and you can’t touch one of them So many theories and I swear you know none of them Shed Theory soldier you’re not one of them I’m in the back smoking on some shit you never seen Theories in the grass growing it looks just like a tree [Verse 5: Capoxxo] When I pop out They all laugh at me Everyday I’m dressing up It feel like fashion week Yeah we were turning up And you looked at me I said babe you aren’t What we’re supposed to be And you’re scaring me What the fuck is happening Nothing’s even happening Nothing’s even happening My theories never lie to me Taking Percs like vitamins I always think about it but I just get like high as shit [Verse 6: Ricky Chix] Don’t know why she count on me But she always lie to me We were turning up Dragon never lie to me I be where the zombies be They stay inside of me Find I be kissing plastic cups [Hook: Marlon DuBois] Three cups and you can’t touch one of them So many theories and I swear you know none of them Shed Theory soldier you’re not one of them I’m in the back smoking on some shit you never seen Theories in the grass growing it looks just like a tree