Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soldier Man , by - Kevin Gates. Song from the album Make Em Believe, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.12.2014
Record label: Top 40
Song language: English
Soldier Man |
| Say, say Tasha say Brianna run over there and bring me my cup ya heard me |
| Bring me that right there |
| Nigga already know my swagger sit on the ceiling with hopes of grabbing a |
| million |
| If rap don’t happen to happen its back to bagging and pitching |
| How can a child heed they father when he somewhere in the pen |
| 30 days from my release right back in the streets again |
| Prayers go to heaven, when you close your eyes |
| The gunshot sounds come as no surprise |
| When living in a soldier man town |
| When living in a soldier man town |
| No sunshine skies are grey |
| But we live this night and day |
| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |
| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |
| 750 Li, dive in the streets |
| You learn to swallow your pride or you die tryna eat |
| Kevin Gates, don’t know what to call it, forever me |
| Whatcha months like, I ain’t sold grass since 17 |
| God I know you in control of the cards and you deal em right |
| My dawg gave his heart to the Lord, and got hit with life |
| At least we still see him, not at all freedom |
| Family pictures without you in em, we not at all cheesing |
| Something about your daughter, the way she be looking at me |
| Give her toys, and I spoil her, she still don’t be looking happy |
| Niggas look crooked at me, symbol of success |
| Bread Winners Association got the emblem on my neck |
| Out of town Beto and Brian we talking brick money |
| A8, R8 Spyder, we talking whip money |
| Pigeon on the strip, feet hurting, you talking trick money |
| Had to get a job to survive, cough up your rent money |
| Prayers go to heaven, when you close your eyes |
| The gunshot sounds come as no surprise |
| When living in a soldier man town |
| When living in a soldier man town |
| No sunshine skies are grey |
| But we live this night and day |
| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |
| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |
| Lord bless me with another topic, public defender |
| No dream team, no Johnny Cockrin |
| The mothers of my children got they own specific ways |
| Head first in the game, keep hunger pains away |
| When Grandfather passed away, I heard him say you the man of the family |
| Never thought the Judge and the DA’s would try to slam me |
| Now I understand that it, ain’t no understanding |
| Money in my hand, my respect, I’m demanding |
| Label label me reckless safe to say a loose cannon |
| Fast cars, fast broads, and penitentiary chances |
| Broke it off they like family, big dawgs got involved |
| Now the kid is outstanding |
| Nike sweats, White G-Stock look who out standing on the block |
| Fiends passing, watching things harassing |
| Stop it, in the street I’m tryna see a profit |
| Can’t go get a job, I ain’t got no other option |
| True life confessions, expressing what I believe |
| Scars on the surface, with mines I can bleed |
| Everything I lost, eventually Ima see |
| Lay my life down, holding my weapon willing to squeeze |
| Stuck in the street life |
| Sucking my teeth like |
| Hustle to eat, while I’m, clutching my heat |
| Object of the game was to stack and get out of here |
| Shoulda never changed, so I’m trapped, can’t get out of here |
| Prayers go to heaven, when you close your eyes |
| The gunshot sounds come as no surprise |
| When living in a soldier man town |
| When living in a soldier man town |
| No sunshine skies are grey |
| But we live this night and day |
| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |
| I Guess I’m living in a soldier man town |