All Eyes On Me

(album: All Eyes On Me - 2017)

Ayy, ayy
Soldier Kidd
Thank you lord for everything
Forgive me for all my sins, help me from the hurts of my past
I love you and I need you
Cover me with your precious and holy blood
My family, my friends
Give me your dreams lord
Bless and protect everyone that believes and needs you
To believe in you

I ain't even famous but it's Soldier Kidd
You know I'm created, I'll slide this bitch
You don't even know me, I'll slide your shit
Haitian boy but money be my language, yeah
Tell them crackers free my whoadie Ted
I was thinking 'bout some money, let's go fucking rob a bed
Every time I see Lil Pappy, man he know I'm the chef
Hundred band mafia, he know I'm banging Triple-X
He don't even speak English but I know he comprehend
I ain't fucking with the ho unless that bitch adequate
Man my dog above the rim, he used to call me Soula Slim
And this gun so sexy that I call that bitch Kim

I ain't never see a nigga, something wrong with my lens
You a motherfucking goon, 'bout to meet some goblins
'Cause if I pull up on your dudes I'ma really pop shit
Baby you ain't hear of me? well I'm the glory jit
All eyes on me and I'm bringing border print, yeah
Fuck the ABC, Triple-X what I be getting
I was skipping through your friends like a fucking playlist
I ain't none' to play with, I just wanna make it

J Real, that my whoadie, we be on the same shit
He say I'm the greatest, this ain't no hit but it's gon' hit
Put in work like Mexican, smoking blacks and hitting krit
I just came up out the jack but I ain't going to the crib
Popping perky with my niggas, I'm with Nick, he got a trigger
See they rapping what I do but I ain't rapping with your dude
My religion need to blow up 'cause all I spit is truth
It ain't Henny, who is you? I ain't drinking none of that boof
Tank hanging out the roof, ready to bang right on you
You be staging just for views, Soldier Trump, I'm in the room
I been married to the game, she my wife and I'm the groom
I'm in [?] with no banger, but the gun could let me through

I ain't never see a nigga, something wrong with my lens
You a motherfucking goon, 'bout to meet some goblins
'Cause if I pull up on your dudes I'ma really pop shit
Baby you ain't hear of me? well I'm the glory jit
All eyes on me and I'm bringing border print, yeah
Fuck the ABC, Triple-X what I be getting
I was skipping through your friends like a fucking playlist
I ain't none' to play with, I just wanna make it