Diaries Of A Soldier / Luh Da Raq

["Diaries Of A Soldier"]

(Damn, Kai, you going crazy)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

He's seen everything, diaries of a soldier
Beauty of the streets, from the concrete, I rose up
We was so naive, rich schemes, what they sold us
Countdown from three, I put the team on my shoulders
Now these racks up in my jeans, they won't fold up
Devastation turned me to a fiend, I'm never sober
Bodies dropped, that wintertime breeze, it get colder
Lost her youngest teen, she couldn't believe what they told her

Them switches finna slump him in the street
Ripping shit, been focused on the beat
Difference is I'm only twenty-three
I'm just different, stop comparing them to me
In the room full of lions, Lord knows that I'ma eat
I'm a cold-hearted beast
I don't do the back and forth, I never been a part of beef
All my homies off the porch, they in them trenches sparking heat
He gon' shoot with no remorse and that FN gon' 'cause a leak
Balling on and off the court, but we don't send no shots too deep
.223s spitting out the chopper drum
Blocka, blocka, your shotta slumped
I bet they know that I'm a problem, huh?
They can't believe what I blossomed from
Ain't tryna bleed, grab a Glock or something
Better hide your shit when them robbers come
You get backdoored quick for a lot of funds
When you come from nothing, it be hard not to stunt
I remember daily posted on that block for months

He's seen everything, diaries of a soldier
Beauty of the streets, from the concrete, I rose up
We was so naive, rich schemes, what they sold us
Countdown from three, I put the team on my shoulders
Now these racks up in my jeans, they won't fold up
Devastation turned me to a fiend, I'm never sober
Bodies dropped, that wintertime breeze, it get colder
Lost her youngest teen, she couldn't believe what they told her

["Luh Da Raq"]

Gang
Ayy, free Lil Trench, man
Matter of fact, free all the guys, long live all the bros
Lil Capalot in this bitch, y'all know how the fuck I'm rocking
(Ayy, turn me up, Jet)

In that car box with a profit, a heap stashed
Riding for the gang, I don't care if we crash
My homie died, I might plot at the re-pass
Raised on the block and they taught us to be bad
'Member back then, saw the opps and beat ass
Now we letting off shots, they feet fast
He loading up his Glock with a ski mask
Excitement and problems, that's all the streets had
Quick to pass up a thot like Steve Nash
You only here to suck cock if she ask
Whole lotta guap, I'm in a deep bag
Headed straight to the top, can't be last
And the folks say a whole lot of nonsense
I can't hear 'em 'cause I only speak cash
Got it straight out the mud, I'm beyond rich
It be hurting they soul when he brag
Twelve hot on Wednesday, that's a booking night
I kept tryna take off, then I took a flight
Mind of a demon, I know what my crooks are like
Tryna cap on the 'net 'til we took his life
If they say that it's beef, we pop out with heat
Just to make sure that they cook it right
When me and them niggas meet, he get left in the street
He got shot in his face for not looking right
No more semi-autos, this Glock, it's a fully
I'm ducking Tahoes, rocking this hoodie
Show you what this jungle do like A Boogie
My shorty gon' step on the block, he a bully
Been off the porch, can't hang with no rookies
Finger fuck nina if he playing pussy
I feel like a killer, so you better not push me
On that road to riches and this where it took me
Fuck all the rules, we don't follow the guidelines
I'm with the goons, courtside on the sidelines
New pack coming soon, got shells out the MAC flying
Mixing Addies with shrooms, my mind fried
Better not talk if you ever get hemmed up
This all me, what I gotta pretend for?
Opps pulled up, what the fuck we slid for?
Can't score like they boarded the rim up
But we run in the field like some running backs
Dope fiends and niggas get killed, I come from that
Say if you smoke, then you better be talking 'bout a blunt to match
Foenem knock shit down like a lumberjack
Everything that I spit just a bunch of facts
40 got kick, he gon' fight for his life if his brother lack
Stand his ground, put him six feet under that
Thirty rounds, I ain't scared, I love the 'Raq