DP Bandz - Soldier Lyrics

Write my pain down in a note pad
See me laugh just know my soul cry
Dead inside I can’t get soul-tied
Soldier
North Miami made a Vulcha
From a close up feel the pain and peep the torture
I’m too grown I ain’t looking for no hoes nah
It’s traumatizing watch em people kick the door down
It’s sold now graduated from a O now
It’s whole pound I’m still serving down in zoetown
I’m cold now broken heart and I been broke down
And tore down I ain’t waiting on no hopes nah
I slow down, less complaining making more now
Know my purpose I need something for a show now
It’s gon be worth it I put work in tryna go down
One the greatest out my city out of zoe town
Ain’t hard to peep it you ain’t with me know you both clowns
U do not copy I ain’t copping if the dope brown
It’s broke down shit is shaky ain’t got no sound
It’s calm down that beats the purpose this run down
From 3 to 7 pops out working just to bring it home
I was 11 seen a body I was walking home
Laid on the tracks died on the rocks but that’s a stepping stone
It stuck with me can’t forget it even now I’m grown
Best count your blessings can’t be certain you gon make it home
I be productive always working when I’m by my lone
Soldier
Pick ya head up keep ya toes down
Can’t forget it you won’t wit me when it’s fourth down
Scored touchdowns can’t float with me you left me to drown
Kept looking back to watch my back den I stepped out of bounds
Got me a quarter flip to a half, and I turned that to pounds
Cant cheat The struggle or the hustle long live marathon
Soldier
Don’t you fold best keep ya guards up
Just stay alive souls never die you did the hard part
In jail or dead we beat the odds cause there’s a third part
A brave heart always grinding that sets me apart
Perfect practice makes perfection that’s what I was thought
Fell in love with how she felt not what was never bought
Ain’t give a hand out pockets full you ain’t dealt me my cards
You had yo shot you end up missing I ain’t returning calls
soldier, on my shoulders it weigh bout a ton
Wanna be someone you ain’t do some you never done
Write my pain down in a note pad
See me laugh just know my soul cry
Dead inside I can’t get soul-tied
Soldier
North Miami made a Vulcha
From a close up feel the pain and peep the torture
I’m too grown I ain’t looking for no hoes nah
It’s traumatizing watch em people kick the door down
It’s sold now graduated from a O now
It’s whole pound I’m still serving down in zoetown

Write my pain down in a note pad
See me laugh just know my soul cry
Dead inside I can’t get soul-tied
Soldier
North Miami made a Vulcha
From a close up feel the pain and peep the torture
I’m too grown I ain’t looking for no hoes nah
It’s traumatizing watch em people kick the door down
It’s sold now graduated from a O now
It’s whole pound I’m still serving down in zoetown
I’m cold now broken heart and I been broke down
And tore down I ain’t waiting on no hopes nah
I slow down, less complaining making more now
Know my purpose I need something for a show now
It’s gon be worth it I put work in tryna go down
One the greatest out my city out of zoe town
Ain’t hard to peep it you ain’t with me know you both clowns
U do not copy I ain’t copping if the dope brown
It’s broke down shit is shaky ain’t got no sound
It’s calm down that beats the purpose this run down
From 3 to 7 pops out working just to bring it home
I was 11 seen a body I was walking home
Laid on the tracks died on the rocks but that’s a stepping stone
It stuck with me can’t forget it even now I’m grown
Best count your blessings can’t be certain you gon make it home
I be productive always working when I’m by my lone
Soldier
Pick ya head up keep ya toes down
Can’t forget it you won’t wit me when it’s fourth down
Scored touchdowns can’t float with me you left me to drown
Kept looking back to watch my back den I stepped out of bounds
Got me a quarter flip to a half, and I turned that to pounds
Cant cheat The struggle or the hustle long live marathon
Soldier
Don’t you fold best keep ya guards up
Just stay alive souls never die you did the hard part
In jail or dead we beat the odds cause there’s a third part
A brave heart always grinding that sets me apart
Perfect practice makes perfection that’s what I was thought
Fell in love with how she felt not what was never bought
Ain’t give a hand out pockets full you ain’t dealt me my cards
You had yo shot you end up missing I ain’t returning calls
soldier, on my shoulders it weigh bout a ton
Wanna be someone you ain’t do some you never done
Write my pain down in a note pad
See me laugh just know my soul cry
Dead inside I can’t get soul-tied
Soldier
North Miami made a Vulcha
From a close up feel the pain and peep the torture
I’m too grown I ain’t looking for no hoes nah
It’s traumatizing watch em people kick the door down
It’s sold now graduated from a O now
It’s whole pound I’m still serving down in zoetown