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[Spade]I`m a soldier tryin to make it on these streetsChorus[Dolliolie]I`m tryin to make it[Spade]I`m a soldier tryin to make it on these streets x4[Mr. Serv-On]It seems like I`ve been tryin to make it out for yearsNiggas always asking me to spell something well today I`ma spill tearsBecause it seems lately thats all I know; and as for my cousin, I don`t know whether to call her a dopehead or a hoeCause she fuckin for needles, but Lord I love my peoplesI look at my tank in the mirror and hope I see something betterBut since i was nine i`ve been writing dear God lettersAsking him to heal me and my block a bunch of sins committedBut if a nigga call me in the middle of the night this street life shit I`m still wit itI try to accept it they tell me you are where you fromSo i guess i from dope, murder, and depressionI still haven`t learned my lessonCause it seem like I`m a walk this mothafucka bad as fuckUntil the bags on my feetMr. S-E-R uh V duckin from these streetsChorus 4X[Halloway]I never had a role modelBecause my pappy hit the bottleAnd when on that niggaHe fucked wit a nigga so my love for him was shadowedMy momma constantly told me "Darling keep yo head up"But momma you bets ta call him cause I`m gettin fed upI was only sixteen wit the responsiblity of a grown manAny situation I encountered in school won`t that coo so I broke the rulesI got tired of being teased for wearing Wranglers instead of Lee`sAnd I put that ha ha shit for free and I gained some enemies????, half of my neighborhood was on drugsBut my momma showed me love, she had to accept that I was a thugImagin dealers not bein busted, police force not bein curroptedNo more pistol play in public and only God doin the judginChorus 4X[Valerio]I grew up in poverty, eatin commodity, tried to carry myself modestlyWhen the first and the fifteenth came around, felt like we hit the lotteryI was too young to understand but old enough to rememberWe ate leftovers all the time, Santa Clause didn`t come on ChristmasThe streets made us vicious, surrounded by killers throughout my childhoodHustlers hustle, and they showed me that it was good in my neighborhoodYou stand mighty, they flash thier cars when they get excitedMomma got fired, no pention plan when she retiredMore wood to the fire, a bad situation got worseStopped goin to church, started puttin in work, the man of the house ?????But imagine if I wasn`t filled with hatredIf I wasn`t trapped in the game, I probably would make it[Spade]Imagin life without illegal drug transactionsThat`s some shit I can`t see when I`m tryin to make it on these streetsI`m a soldier on the path that I ride is the path that I dieI`m gonna make a case cause I`m not satisfied with just gettin byI`m a score me two chickens and hit my boulevard within my wardLike a man if I get caught up I can`t do nothin but accept my chargeFuck rap, that`s not where it`s at, dawg I`m keepin it realIt`s all about the scrill, that`s the shit the niggas could feelChorus 4X

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