Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Soldier's Story? , by - Grip. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A Soldier's Story? |
| My hunger to be regarded as the best |
| Is what’s starving me to death |
| Partially depressed and harboring regrets, targeting success |
| Bartering bars bargaining for checks |
| Becoming a star seems startling so I’m vexed |
| Nonetheless here I am though |
| Like they shoved a rifle in my hands and threw me in some camo |
| And told me to go be Rambo |
| Just cause you got a soul don’t make you a soldier |
| Every shoulder ain’t equipped to handle the weight of a boulder |
| Used to couldn’t wait to get older |
| Over 30 now and jealous of Benjamin Button all of a sudden |
| Reversing roles to live in reverse feels like more of a gift than a curse |
| Jogging your memory revisiting birth |
| And truly get a sense of what life is literally worth |
| I suppose what I write is like a zeitgeist for life’s highs and lows |
| From nightlights and tyke bikes to oversized girbauds |
| To the everyday fight through the plight and providing flows |
| That speak on it these sonnets steeped in |
| Ebonics be bonnets how ya sleep on it I count up likes and read comments |
| Some shit cut deep some bring comic (relief) |
| Social medias unfamiliar land I recon it |
| Obtain the info and what I gained was plain and simple |
| Watch what you feed the soul 'cause the eye remains the window |
| March to the best of your own drum don’t let 'em change the tempo |
| I came in this game with nickels |
| Pockets in a major pickle then made it triple |
| Was contemplating aiming pistols or slanging crystal |
| Or crack, or matter fact any pack long as it brought plenty back |
| Baby boy ain’t conform just forged a formula then milked it |
| Similac the raps is similar to Cinemax |
| Who said they could hold a candle to Grip over wax, relax |
| I’m from the class of Hova and 3 Stacks, Pac, Nas, Big and Slim Shady |
| Been wavy way before 1080 |
| Having nervous breakdowns like I know the pen crazy |
| But how I’m supposed posed to make then think think think think |
| I hit up Tigg bout management that’s my mans and shit |
| I feel if anybody was equipped for the task he could handle it |
| Besides the fact this nigga cool |
| He one of the only dudes I know that actually finished school (damn) |
| And to me that mean he finish what he start |
| So just stay down my nigga and we gon' see plenty from this art |
| I hit up to let’s cook from scratch you got the beats I got the raps |
| First shit we made was cul-de-sac a classic track right off the bat |
| Porch came shortly after that hardly any records scrapped |
| They knew that was a problem dropped snub it was a wrap |
| Was supposed to hit the road with brent like 30 cities on the map |
| Then that fucking Rona hit lost out on 30 racks |
| But many people lost their lives so how the fuck could I complain |
| Feel like we moving from outside but I feel stuck inside my brain |
| Is this really what I want? |
| Am I still in love with this game? |
| Tigg called like nigga, Eminem just said your shit was flames |
| Then me and Em hopped on a call and it all seemed fitting |
| Just a couple days from quitting and the rest is unwritten |