Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Head On My Shoulders, artist -Date of issue: 11.07.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Head On My Shoulders |
| Yeah |
| Yeah |
| Oh |
| I gotta keep my head on my shoulders |
| Came up out that field, mama know she raised a soldier |
| I keep it kosher, show no emotions |
| All of this pain and love and devotion |
| Got a few homies, they waiting on the motion |
| I be on dill, I still keep it kosher |
| Now they got me on the posters |
| I’ve just been grindin', I gotta stay focused |
| All of my niggas, they loaded |
| 'Member them days I was ridin' in a Focus |
| Trappin' on the backstreet |
| Got the chopper riding with me on the back seat |
| Pull it out and then they running like a track meet |
| He having pressure, pussy nigga ain’t even at me, yeah |
| Gotta feed my faculty |
| I ain’t used to have shit and now they after me |
| We got no limit like Master P |
| Came straight from the bottom |
| No ain’t no toddler but I might got me a bottle |
| Ever since a youngin I was fuckin' on a model |
| Head Crip but I got snakes all on my collar |
| They know I’m with all the problems |
| Pockets, they filled up with blues |
| He wanna play, put him right on the news |
| I’m a young boss, I done paid all my dues |
| Niggas be watching my moves |
| They know I be rocking these jewels |
| I’ma just take 'em to school |
| How that’s your main bitch? |
| She sendin' me nudes |
| I gotta keep my head on my shoulders |
| Came up out that field, mama know she raised a soldier |
| I keep it kosher, show no emotions |
| All of this pain and love and devotion |
| Got a few homies, they waiting on the motion |
| I be on dill, I still keep it kosher |
| Now they got me on the posters |
| I’ve just been grindin', I gotta stay focused |
| All of my niggas, they loaded |
| 'Member them days I was ridin' in a Focus |
| Trappin' on the backstreet |
| Got the chopper riding with me on the back seat |
| I knew I was destined to ball |
| She wanna ride on my log |
| Fucked on her friend and she said I’m a dog |
| I got her number but I never call |
| Packing it out like a reverend |
| I just be sipping on medicine |
| Lil' mama, she say I’m intelligent |
| I’m not a rookie, they know I’m a veteran |
| I’m just sticking to the code |
| Been through a whole lot but nobody will know |
| 'Cause I keep my head high, every day I’m fly |
| Whole lot of bitches, they bi |
| Bet I could fuck her and don’t even try |
| All of my niggas, they bosses |
| I’m not really with all the talkin' |
| Sticks stay on fire to be cautious |
| We in the foreigns and we never walkin' |
| Walk in the club, salute me like sergeant |
| I been gettin' money, I beg your pardon |
| Boy, you not with it, then don’t even start it |
| We just be stacking, ain’t looking for bargains, yeah, yeah |
| I gotta keep my head on my shoulders |
| Came up out that field, mama know she raised a soldier |
| I keep it kosher, show no emotions |
| All of this pain and love and devotion |
| Got a few homies, they waiting on the motion |
| I be on dill, I still keep it kosher |
| Now they got me on the posters |
| I’ve just been grindin', I gotta stay focused |
| All of my niggas, they loaded |
| 'Member them days I was ridin' in a Focus |
| Trappin' on the backstreet |
| Got the chopper riding with me on the back seat |