I work hard dragging my feet. my family die in the streets, deep pain embedded in me. no way to fucking release. who want it, We want it, we want it we. ima Lolaboy soldier been threw the mudd nigga, switching out triggers with thug niggas. you tripping we dont give a fuck nigga. we be ready to tackle a tough issue Not to much you not trying to get stuffed is you. the front of the paper the first issue. ya pop and ya kid can get worked with you. bullets fuck up ya face and ya chest tissue. when its war we meet up for the task nigga. beating my feet on the path nigga