| I put in work, I was a foot soldier, you was a lead runner
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| Better invest, you can’t hustle forever, them feds comin'
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| Went did my partner go out bad I should have said somethin'
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| Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him, he fled on 'em
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| I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
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| Last situation got a little bloody, left a little bread on 'em
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| No more handouts, I’m done wit it, can’t help ya nigga
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| In this game called life, you know every man for theyself nigga
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| (Talk to 'em Rich Homie)
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| Every man for theyself, that what my people taught me (that what my people
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| taught me)
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| Blood suckin' ticks, tryna keep the leeches off me (get the fuck up off me
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| nigga)
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| Spray a lil' cologne, tryna keep the reefer off me (that right too)
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| Multiply and division, what my teacher taught me
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| Celebratin' life everyday, kickin' shit on another level
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| Can’t do it by myself, me and my team had to come together
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| And we may have differences but we talk 'em out, yeah amongst the fellas
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| Standin' in the driveway, me and Monta wit a bunch of hittas
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| I put in work, I was a foot soldier, you was a lead runner
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| Better invest, you can’t hustle forever, them feds comin'
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| Went did my partner go out bad I should have said somethin'
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| Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him, he fled on 'em
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| I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
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| Last situation got a little bloody, left a little bread on 'em
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| No more handouts, I’m done wit it, can’t help ya nigga
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| In this game called life, you know every man for theyself nigga
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| I watch my patna go broke, he was up a whole mill (that right too)
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| I done been hurt so many times, I ain’t got no feelings (too many times)
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| When I talk to a man look him in his eye, that’s how you know I’m serious
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| And I know I’m different, I’m so ambitious, I go and get it (hey, hey)
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| Countin' that money, I ain’t need no assistance (nah nigga)
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| I’m Michael Jordan, you a Scottie Pippen (I'm 23, ball)
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| And if they don’t get the message then it’s questions, what they still askin'
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| (say what?)
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| Lookin' at my bling, countin' my rings, Phil Jackson
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| I put in work, I was a foot soldier, you was a lead runner
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| Better invest, you can’t hustle forever, them feds comin'
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| Went did my partner go out bad I should have said somethin'
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| Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him, he fled on 'em
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| I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
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| Last situation got a little bloody, left a little bread on 'em
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| No more handouts, I’m done wit it, can’t help ya nigga
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| In this game called life, you know every man for theyself nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Foot Soldier , by - Rich Homie Quan. Song from the album Rich As In Spirit, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп