all the fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) And a soldier's life, parallel And the one thing they got in common
a ballad for all the fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel And the one thing they got
of gold, material things huh That's what silly girls are made of Verse One: On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine A slave of mental death
I'm chasin a hit - all in Heath Ledge +Dark Knight+ overdose, I ain't chasin the SHIT! I got a audience, they just got me hatin this shit Or is it how I
t gettin nothin from me I said, no comment (what) no comment No comment, I ain't got a comment [Joe Budden:] So I been called a snitch (BUT) But I been
you got wish It's a oracle, then it seize ya, I'm sure you got lifted Oceans of rhythm inside a killer go ta death Coming divine as I reach and travel
a skit So I compliment her on the common sense I'm calm A lil more confident (Uh Huh) And then we lose consciousness She says "that I've been waiten for you" And I
I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I
talkin bout some shit I never knew about Some shit I never heard, some shit that I could sue about Knew I was in Pittsburgh promotin a charity concert wit my weep and luckily a
twice) Why do I need I.D. to get I.D.? (I don't know, beats me.. beats me) If I had I.D. I wouldn't need I.D. (Hahahahah, that's right - that's true)
that Galacto Inspector? Yes I have Captain. Very well, may we have your report? A strange place this Dirtball is A lot of guns a lot of rich folks spitting
a nail She got me hard as hell I can't control it can't you tell baby Show me whatcha workin with Ever got knocked out on a brotha kid I keep a gold
Richard Metele cintura y te le pega bien afuego a la botella Mami pa que te me ponga bella Con ese bumper a cualkiera atropella Y lo pone a ver las estrellas
Chorus x2) (Verse 3) (Young Thug) ay im back agian, diz time im back ta win, maybe ta take ya wind, right outta ya lungz soA stop breathin, common i