(Verse 1) Which one of y'all bitches really want it? I'm a snuffed nosed pirate, I always flaunted. Millions of fans, powerful rate, what happened to that? Now they taking a knee, rapping with a sinister fate. The inflation is high, money's the chase, Selling their souls, leaving them broke, it's a disgrace. Niggas and bitches selling their honey, Getting stuffed with that pipe, counting that money. Like Easter Sunday, they're flamboyant like bunnies, But I'm here to tell you, you're just a bitch, no need to worry. In this rap game, I'm the chosen one, Spitting fire with every verse, like a loaded gun. I'm here to expose the fake, the phony, And pay tribute to the soldiers, the one and only. (Chorus) From the dirt and the grime, I'm rising above, No silver spoons here, just hustle and love. Started from the bottom, reaching for the sky, Getting it out the mud, no limits, no lies. I'm here to murder you niggas, ain't letting up, And lit hoes, I see that booty got thicker. Clipping you with triggers, stuffing you with pride, Crown Royal and Snickers, satisfaction implied. (Verse 2) My hot wet tongue, I'll take it out and lick her, Nasty boys like me, muscles in my cheek bones, bigger. Reaching out for her beautiful figure, Money flowing in my account, like it's liquor. Dancing in the darkness, a ghost with them jiggers, Busting a nut in their motherfucking Quiggers. I'm like the Joker off Batman, a merry-go-round for kickers, I'm here to show you, I'm the one who delivers. But amidst the chaos, I pause and reflect, On the soldiers who fought, their lives intersect. Dead Soldier, a name that resonates with power, A legacy that lives on, hour after hour. They fought for justice, they fought for change, Their spirits forever etched in this rap game. (Chorus) From the dirt and the grime, I'm rising above, No silver spoons here, just hustle and love. Started from the bottom, reaching for the sky, Getting it out the mud, no limits, no lies. I'm here to honor the fallen, their spirits rise, And pay tribute to the brave, who reached for the skies. With every lyric, I remember their stride, Dead Soldier's legacy, forever alive. (Bridge) This ain't just about the money or the fame, It's about the legacy, the impact we proclaim. We raise our voices, for those who can't be heard, To honor the fallen, through every single word. (Verse 3) In the shadows of the night, a warrior's tale, Dead Soldier's spirit, it will never fail. They fought for justice, they fought for the streets, Their memory lives on, their legacy never depletes. Through every verse I spit, I keep their flame alive, Their sacrifice, their struggles, I won't let it die. So as I rise above, from the dirt and the grime, I pay my respects, to those who gave their time. Dead Soldier, an icon, a symbol of strength, Their stories embedded in this rap's length. (Chorus) From the dirt and the grime, I'm rising above, No silver spoons here, just hustle and love. Started from the bottom, reaching for the sky, Getting it out the mud, no limits, no lies. I'm here to honor the fallen, their spirits rise, And pay tribute to the brave, who reached for the skies. With every lyric, I remember their stride, Dead Soldier's legacy, forever alive.