Suburbia - 10 Foot Soldiers Lyrics

Whoa
Whoa
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
(Damn suburbia)
10 foot soldiers
Yeah
Yeah
Oh
Oh Yeah
We got the shooters outside
Hope you don't mind
I told lil shawty to slide
Brand new Patek on my arm
Serious as hell
Please do not play with my time
I know some niggas who dead
Some of em feds
Momma I came out just fine
All of these niggas want fame
Watch for the shine
Lights can make you go blind
I'm really chill on the low
Until I blow
Won't let a nigga take mine
Hand me a pen
I just came up with rhyme
I put my life on the line
Hungry as f*ck
God I know it's my time
Please just give me a sign
I don't do luck
I just go put in that work
All of this shit was designed
Been on my grind
I never sit on the pine
Wait till I get to my try prime
I'm tryna give y'all the facts
Tell em relax
I'm bout to get in my bag
I know they mad
I got the heart of lion
But I just pulled up in a jag
Going too fast
Baby she always be tripping
I told her to get in the back
Love for my niggas
But I do not trust all my niggas I told em to keep it a stack
Send me a track
I had to send it right back
Told him this shit bout to slap
Niggas is Wack
I make a call to the plug
He gon show up with a pack
You gon smacked
Boy you move like a mouse
That mean your daddy a rat
Stay wit that cap
Boy I'm too big too for the game
Shit I be balling like Shaq
I'm a gorilla
Soon as I hop on the beat
All I can think is attack
Smoke me some trees
Head to the moon whoa
I hold it down for the G's
Sing like Aretha
But smoke on the reefa
Yeah I'm a student but move like teacher
Bari the Deccan and I am the preacher
Heart is cold cause I came out the freezer
Whip in the jag
Interior cheeta
Told her I love I never would leave her
Shouldn't have said it
I lied to her face
Nah I ain't perfect
I made some mistakes
There was money I had to go chase
This is the risk that I'm bout to go take
I don't trust no one I feel like they fake
Niggas is slow
They can't keep with the pace
Im tryna keep a few Ms in my safe
How did my slime turn to my enemy
Nah you ain't a friend of me
I want a woman thats looking like Kennedy
F*ck it I'd rather have Kennedy
I'm a whole lot different nigga on Hennessy
And please keep that same energy
All of you niggas that always be dissing
Please keep that same energy
Everyone taking they shot but they missing me
I know that my old girl still missing me
Look to the future you'll see what I'm finna be
I'm get tryna get to the richer me
I'm tryna merc all the these niggas ahead
No this isn't jealousy
Feel like I'm curry
Can't give out the recipe
Pray to my god
He keep on blessing me
Say to the Devil you won't get the best of me
(Damn suburbia)