Soldier Songtext
von Quando Rondo

I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God′s shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted

Some crazy things, my mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
It ain't a thing that I wouldn′t do for
A dollar, I'm so in love with the guala
I remember all the shootouts with the
Other side, we used to slide out Impalas
Now I'm sipping Actavis breakfast
Lunch, dinner, I might need to see a doctor
I′m on some young rich nigga shit
Louis loafers just to push the rover
I put a drum in a stick, now it′s time to slide on whoever be closest
Ayy, Gucci sandals, no Moses
I fucked the baddest, Hocus Pocus
When it come to pain, who felt the mostest?


I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted

I just need to keep speaking through the microphone
I just need to keep sippin′ that purple styrofoam
I just need to keep goin' hard, or go home
I just need to get that foreign car candy chrome
I gave that ho here Glocks, extended clips and beams
Got so much ice around my neck, don′t tell the hockey team
One thing I can't be quoted
One thing I can′t be told me
Better get caught with it without it, better keep it on

I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted


Some crazy things, my mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
It ain't a thing that I wouldn′t do for
A dollar, I′m so in love with the guala
I remember all the shootouts with the
Other side, we used to slide out impalas
Now I'm sipping Actavis breakfast
Lunch, dinner, I might need to see a doctor
We put that opp boy up, like a fuckin′ pole stick
Come in foreign Hellcat, 'rarris and Rovers
Comin′ down the street, you can hear the motor
Yeah, percocets and codeine I ain't feelin′ sober