letra de blue - luh soldier
[intro]
gang in this b-tch, hey
(db)
[verse 1]
how you gon’ hate another n-gga tryna make it out the struggle
the streets don’t make you real, to make it out, you gotta hustle
i wanna tell my lawyer, “f-ck ’em”, but for real, i prolly need ’em
i’m tryna level up and if you not, then i don’t need you, hey
pulling off the lot was all cool until it hit me
n-gga, i could shed a tear ’cause i remember i couldn’t get it
riding stolen cars, now we tint it if it’s rented
now i push it to the limit, i don’t care about the ticket ’cause i got it, n-gga
the only thing i ever wanted was some profit, n-gga
now if i like it, i’ma cop it, used to switch the tag on it
now my neck look like a faucet, b-tch, i represent the gutter
when i rap, my life the topic, hey
[chorus]
shootouts, bullets flying past my head, that ain’t shook me
i won’t say a thing, i tell investigators, “book me”
bad ass jit, mama stayed giving whooping’s
yeah, i had hoop dreams, but i ain’t have no time for hooping, hey
you don’t know my struggle you don’t know ’bout what it took
all the sh-t i seen, my n-gga, i could write a book
thirty racks on me, f-cking b-tches by the two’s
i ain’t gotta have that pistol, i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i ain’t gotta have that pistol, i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i ain’t gotta have that pistol, i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
[verse 2]
i ain’t made it where i wanna be
it’s like the only n-ggas hate me really under me even if they in front in me
it’s more in the life then just the city, n-gga
these n-ggas died ’bout the block, but whole time they was a tenant, n-gga
to make it out, it ain’t just for any n-gga
you need a drive and the passion, if you want, gotta get it, n-gga
hall of fame status, don’t compare me to a rookie
the prince of birmingham, so i can’t let no n-gga rook me, n-gga
hey, i can’t let no n-gga rook me
shootouts, bullets flying by my head, n-gga, i ain’t let it shook me, n-gga
hey, don’t play me like a rookie
shootouts, bullets flying by my head, n-gga, i ain’t let it shook me
[chorus]
shootouts, bullets flying past my head, that ain’t shook me
i won’t say a thing, i tell investigators, “book me”
bad ass jit, mama stayed giving whooping’s
yeah, i had hoop dreams, but i ain’t have no time for hooping, hey
you don’t know my struggle you don’t know ’bout what it took
all the sh-t i seen, my n-gga, i could write a book
thirty racks on me, f-cking b-tches by the two’s
i ain’t gotta have that pistol, i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i ain’t gotta have that pistol, i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i’ll give yo’ ass the blues
i ain’t gotta have that pistol, i’ll give yo’ ass the blues, hey
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