Quando Rondo Soldier
[Intro]
(Drum Dummie)
(Key Gang got the keys jumpin')
[Chorus]
I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted
[Verse 1]
Some crazy things, my mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
It ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for a dollar, I'm so in love with the guala
I remember all the shootouts with the other side, we used to slide out Impalas
Now I'm sipping Actavis breakfast, lunch, dinner, I might need to see a doctor
I'm on somе young rich nigga shit, Louis loafers just to push the rover
I put a drum in a stick, now it's timе to slide on whoever be closest
Ayy, Gucci sandals, no Moses
I f..cked the baddest, Hocus Pocus
When it come to pain, who felt the mostest?
[Chorus]
I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted
[Verse 2]
I just need to keep speaking through the microphone
I just need to keep sippin' that purple styrofoam
I just need to keep goin' hard, or go home
I just need to get that foreign car candy chrome
I gave that ho here Glocks, extended clips and beams
Got so much ice around my neck, don't tell the hockey team
One thing I can't be quoted
One thing I can't be told me
Better get caught with it without it, better keep it on
[Chorus]
I soaked up game from the real ones they once called soldiers
I get so high off codeine, I try to touch God's shoulders
I need some bifocals, I got my eyes open
Just like my mama told me, just like my father quoted
[Outro]
Some crazy things, my mama said only hit dawgs in Harlem
It ain't a thing that I wouldn't do for a dollar, I'm so in love with the guala
I remember all the shootouts with the other side, we used to slide out impalas
Now I'm sipping Actavis breakfast, lunch, dinner, I might need to see a doctor
We put that opp boy up, like a f..ckin' pole stick
Come in foreign Hellcat, 'rarris and Rovers
Comin' down the street, you can hear the motor
Yeah, percocets and codeine I ain't feelin' sober