Built Like a Soldier

[Intro]

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

(Tahj Money)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]

If I ain't rap, would've 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 hundred 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

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]

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 mans, 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 them trenches, runnin' through them 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 three-five 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

[Outro: Lil Tjay]

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