Soldier Ink - Survive (Hi Power Soldiers Book 5) lyrics
[Soldier Ink - Survive Hi Power Soldiers Book 5 lyrics]
Just a regular day in the streets of LA
(south east) as I step outside the house
I bow my head and I pray
Got a lot on my mind as I step outside
Put my system up loud soon as
I hop in the ride
Cruise up the boulevard with a
Smile on my face a chromed out nine mili
Just so I could feel safe
Hotter than hell and I gotta stay ready
I’m on the grind to get mine
Making moves to get fedi
This life is petty, the street life is deadly
Disrespect us I’ll spill your noodles
Like a bowl of spaghetti stay strapped
And little homiе watch your back
I ain’t trying to fucking preach but
Yo I been through that
So what the fuck is next? This
Fucking lifе is a test
Sometimes I’m wondering if I get
A chance to rest my whole life is stress
Got me feeling depressed
Sometimes I’m wondering why I got
Myself in this mess
So I just spark it up cause
What else can I do
Time to face all my fears
Time to get rid of you
Somebody’s got to die, one of us gots to go
Cause we can never be friends
You little punk ass hoe
I’m from the city of Los and
No matter where you go
We’re selling first class tickets
To that murder show
In this crazy world
We be dodgin’ and we duckin’ everything
Just to stay alive
When the streets are watching
And we steadily hustling
Doing anything to survive it’s time to leave
Can’t get caught slipping
And no tripping or we choose to die
Cause the pressures are deadly
So we gotta be ready to
Do anything to survive
I’m from a city called Pico
Where everybody dies
And some people live skanless
And everybody’s high
Where some people put money
Before their own lives
Where these juras set you up
And make your bitches testify
We got these coward muthafuckas trying
To spit the deal
Fucking bitches spitting fiction
That means these cowards ain’t real
I know some real as killers and
They’re all from my click
South East muthafuckas P W New Pick
And I gotta stay high just
To deal with the stress
44 desert eagle and my bulletproof vest
And my drug of choice has
To be the fucking chron
Ten blunts to the dome and I’m
Still trying to get high
Ten more blunts to the neck
And now I’m feeling fine
Nothing on the police scanner
Now I’m starting to unwind
Just committed a crime, now another vato dies
The sign of the time
Now another mother cries
On these Southeast streets man
Your life obsolete
That’s why these juras don’t care
That’s why I pack my fucking heat
That’s why I tell you stay high
Watch these bitches cause they lie
Cause at the end of the night
I’m on a mission to survive
In this crazy world
We be dodgin’ and we duckin’ everything
Just to stay alive
When the streets are watching
And we steadily hustling
Doing anything to survive it’s time to leave
Can’t get caught slipping
And no tripping or we choose to die
Cause the pressures are deadly
So we gotta be ready to
Do anything to survive
(south east) as I step outside the house
I bow my head and I pray
Got a lot on my mind as I step outside
Put my system up loud soon as
I hop in the ride
Cruise up the boulevard with a
Smile on my face a chromed out nine mili
Just so I could feel safe
Hotter than hell and I gotta stay ready
I’m on the grind to get mine
Making moves to get fedi
This life is petty, the street life is deadly
Disrespect us I’ll spill your noodles
Like a bowl of spaghetti stay strapped
And little homiе watch your back
I ain’t trying to fucking preach but
Yo I been through that
So what the fuck is next? This
Fucking lifе is a test
Sometimes I’m wondering if I get
A chance to rest my whole life is stress
Got me feeling depressed
Sometimes I’m wondering why I got
Myself in this mess
So I just spark it up cause
What else can I do
Time to face all my fears
Time to get rid of you
Somebody’s got to die, one of us gots to go
Cause we can never be friends
You little punk ass hoe
I’m from the city of Los and
No matter where you go
We’re selling first class tickets
To that murder show
In this crazy world
We be dodgin’ and we duckin’ everything
Just to stay alive
When the streets are watching
And we steadily hustling
Doing anything to survive it’s time to leave
Can’t get caught slipping
And no tripping or we choose to die
Cause the pressures are deadly
So we gotta be ready to
Do anything to survive
I’m from a city called Pico
Where everybody dies
And some people live skanless
And everybody’s high
Where some people put money
Before their own lives
Where these juras set you up
And make your bitches testify
We got these coward muthafuckas trying
To spit the deal
Fucking bitches spitting fiction
That means these cowards ain’t real
I know some real as killers and
They’re all from my click
South East muthafuckas P W New Pick
And I gotta stay high just
To deal with the stress
44 desert eagle and my bulletproof vest
And my drug of choice has
To be the fucking chron
Ten blunts to the dome and I’m
Still trying to get high
Ten more blunts to the neck
And now I’m feeling fine
Nothing on the police scanner
Now I’m starting to unwind
Just committed a crime, now another vato dies
The sign of the time
Now another mother cries
On these Southeast streets man
Your life obsolete
That’s why these juras don’t care
That’s why I pack my fucking heat
That’s why I tell you stay high
Watch these bitches cause they lie
Cause at the end of the night
I’m on a mission to survive
In this crazy world
We be dodgin’ and we duckin’ everything
Just to stay alive
When the streets are watching
And we steadily hustling
Doing anything to survive it’s time to leave
Can’t get caught slipping
And no tripping or we choose to die
Cause the pressures are deadly
So we gotta be ready to
Do anything to survive