(This Neil on the track)
The soul soldier, ha
Nigga, ain´t no cap in that
Loud up them clips, ha

Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that´s my fault
Don´t bring your ass outside if you ain´t ´bout it, we gon´ draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don´t really like y´all
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
I´m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your parts´ every time they come cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime
I´m scared to put some pеnnies in the streets ´cause thеy might drop a dime

They think ´bout playing with Big Perc they going in the dirt

I´m in they section on a bike, they come to my side, I swear I´m shooting first
This Smith & Wesson let off lights, on my life you going on a shirt
You air my name to get some likes, on your life, you going in the dirt
I like to fuck on her pussy every time I´m on Percs
I told her bend that ass over, go on and make that thing squirt
Two double cups, I´m sipping Tech, I sipped the soda then burped
Send my lil´ nigga to the west, I make him take all they work
He rode his bike through over, thought I tried to blow the bike off
My niggas itching like some pests, swear they can´t wait to bite y´all

I got no love for a bitch, no, I won´t never wife y´all
So many times I walked that line, locked behind a white wall
I got a drop on all them niggas, we gon´ burn up they trap
We on the 3rd with hella pistols, y´all drive by then get clapped
Don´t make us pull up on y´all block then take a pic on the ave
I put this shit in VVSs, rolling like I´m handicapped

Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that´s my fault
Don´t bring your ass outside if you ain´t ´bout it, we gon´ draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don´t really like y´all

He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
I´m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your boss every time they go cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime
I´m scared to put some pennies in the streets ´cause they might drop a dime

I told them they can´t hang with me ´less they get tats in they face
Lil Icy beat a body now they got my nigga back in the cage
I catch you slipping by the store, they put that MAC in your face
We beat that nigga at the show, we kept our Glocks on our waists

The way I came up from the bottom, know I got ´em amazed
You niggas stuck inside the city, they can´t get up out the maze
I´m really God to my niggas, they come to me and pray
I went so hard for some niggas that´s not with me today
I flew a bitch out from the port and made her eat my cock off
Don´t make us quit that, come and kick your door, don´t make me get you knocked off
The police took Lil Pluto Glock, he bounced back with a sawed-off
Now every state a nigga go, I fuck them bitches raw dog

See, one thing about it when you ain´t got no money or shit like that, your brains end up on the curb

I´m running with some real hitters, real Crip niggas, real killers, and every day, we posted on the 3rd

Ever since that nigga died from off that side, they claim that´s my fault
Don´t bring your ass outside if you ain´t ´bout it, we gon´ draw that white chalk
Wrong or right, my niggas stepping, we don´t really like y´all
He play with us, we bust his fucking metal rim and turn them lights off
I´m from the city of Savannah where we die all the time
Shoot at your mama, kill your boss every time they go cross the line
I feel like Soulja Slim and Pac, I live the life of crime

I´m scared to put some pennies in the streets ´cause they might drop a dime