Fallen Soldiers

[Intro]
You see they don’t do joints like this no more
They don’t do the [?] tracks for the people
And that’s where they go wrong
You making music for street
You got to make music for the people
They think they too gangsta to make music for the people
Even the people know we evil

[Chorus]
Look I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year
Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear
This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly gеt rich this year
Look I dedicate this onе here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year
Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear
This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

[Verse 1]
You see I’m from the same city as the president live
We ain’t have bodyguards like the president did
We ain’t do the same good as the president's kids
We had n* in the hood selling metal to kids
This metal to kids turns us to fellas and shit
We ain’t worried about this we had cheddar to get and money to make
N* looking funny and fake
I eat [?] like treats where the yummy is cake
I ain't got nothing to say so let your money talk or talk money
Just whatever you say we don’t talk funny
Shooters with me so don’t ask me why they walk funny
And if they scare you then don’t talk to me
I think my momma know her son done had a hard grind
Real n* last longer than the hard time
Most real n* living doing real hard time
And half the time it’s not for the hard crime

[Chorus]
I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year
Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear
This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year
Look I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year
Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear
This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year

[Verse 2]
Let's take it back 2012 I lost my sis that year
Damn I was hurting like a bitch that year
I told myself I had to get up on my shit that year
So I got 2013 that was my get back year
I spent the year after that which was a quick ass year
I guess my time came cause I made a hit last year
But I know that next year is going to be my best year
I hope by next year I have that rap check here
I hope that rap check clear
I swear I got to buy my mom a house
And fuck the sucker landlord that kicked my mom out
I’m nineteen still sleeping on my momma couch
I can’t wait to get the fuck up out my momma house
I buy a pound put a fourth in the jar
Buy a big house with a golf course in the yard
Prolly out braid my broad then put four in my car
Put my squad in the booth turn my boys to some stars yeah

[Chorus]
I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year
Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear
This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year
Look I dedicate this one here for all my long fallen soldiers that ain’t hit this year
Gotta mention no permission I forget this clear
This ain’t a picture cause I’m friendly get rich this year
Laid out my heart [?] keep your friends by your side but put your family first
Keep your head in the sky I know you covered in dirt
Know the pain that you feel I can relate to the hurt
I get paid and chill I can tell you still
I can tell you that hard times gone [?] lesson the grill
[?]
That's the pressure for real

[Outro]
And I [?] what it be understand me
Rapper man