Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Jay’Ton, Rick D - Fallen lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Z-Ro, Jay’Ton, Rick D - Fallen lyrics]
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So I gotta get going to go
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So i gotta get going to go
"We've already been through this once
Get out the car NOW"
"Sir, I can’t, Im stuc-" taser sounds
Told em, I couldn't give them up
(they my niggas)
It was my life, and they ain't give no fuck
So I told them to step back and bucked
Nigga handcuffed me
Other one sitting their with a coffee cup
Now that im rapping
They stuck probably playing hockey puff
No one told me i couldn’t handle it rough
It was hard trying to be that tough
Til' thе streets came in and ate me up
Uh, Its Ricky D, hop thе streets
Busting them 3's
Now you short of your rent
And you begging for shoes at 20
Wearing your partna chain
Say your neck on freeze
Y'all niggas pussy, y'all ain't OG's
We on a mission lil' daddy
Trying to get this feddy
I got a brick you can buy
Holla back when you ready
Got a swang in the air
Trying to hold the wheel steady
See we ball on the Dub
But your balling is petty
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So I gotta get going to go
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So i gotta get going to go
Back then I was stuck
Playing for buck fifties
I was broke til the hood came with me
Now I’m up in like how I had sent me
Funny how them niggas ain’t laughing at me
Cuz now im swanging in my old school cadillac
(Old School Cadillac)
I'm Trae Tha Truth you ain’t gotta have shit
King of the place where they never had shit
Got up & got it my own
Ain't nobody pay attention
Probably ain't never got to hit
The bank to cash in
Half of a stack to hundred now I made 'er
Run up & I bet you this
Choppa gonna be a hater
Seen ’em what they wanted
Wanted to get back & I made 'er
Littlest one in here but I twist his paper
Hood nigga but the ghetto
Bitches say I'ma star
Made it out the ghetto but
I'm never gonna force ya
Having nothing made now probably
But the problems
Bitches on my dick & probably
Make a brother stronger
Whether not these haters I'ma stare
Up in they jaw
All money bitch, I give a fuck about the law
When you see me for sounded like they
Never wanna stay up in the car
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So I gotta get going to go
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So I gotta get going to go
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So i gotta get going to go
"We've already been through this once
Get out the car NOW"
"Sir, I can’t, Im stuc-" taser sounds
Told em, I couldn't give them up
(they my niggas)
It was my life, and they ain't give no fuck
So I told them to step back and bucked
Nigga handcuffed me
Other one sitting their with a coffee cup
Now that im rapping
They stuck probably playing hockey puff
No one told me i couldn’t handle it rough
It was hard trying to be that tough
Til' thе streets came in and ate me up
Uh, Its Ricky D, hop thе streets
Busting them 3's
Now you short of your rent
And you begging for shoes at 20
Wearing your partna chain
Say your neck on freeze
Y'all niggas pussy, y'all ain't OG's
We on a mission lil' daddy
Trying to get this feddy
I got a brick you can buy
Holla back when you ready
Got a swang in the air
Trying to hold the wheel steady
See we ball on the Dub
But your balling is petty
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So I gotta get going to go
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So i gotta get going to go
Back then I was stuck
Playing for buck fifties
I was broke til the hood came with me
Now I’m up in like how I had sent me
Funny how them niggas ain’t laughing at me
Cuz now im swanging in my old school cadillac
(Old School Cadillac)
I'm Trae Tha Truth you ain’t gotta have shit
King of the place where they never had shit
Got up & got it my own
Ain't nobody pay attention
Probably ain't never got to hit
The bank to cash in
Half of a stack to hundred now I made 'er
Run up & I bet you this
Choppa gonna be a hater
Seen ’em what they wanted
Wanted to get back & I made 'er
Littlest one in here but I twist his paper
Hood nigga but the ghetto
Bitches say I'ma star
Made it out the ghetto but
I'm never gonna force ya
Having nothing made now probably
But the problems
Bitches on my dick & probably
Make a brother stronger
Whether not these haters I'ma stare
Up in they jaw
All money bitch, I give a fuck about the law
When you see me for sounded like they
Never wanna stay up in the car
All My Soldiers fallen
They all gone from this war
They all dying with hope
So I gotta get going to go