Letra Built like a soldier Lil Tjay

Built like a soldier

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
(Tahj Money)

If I ain't rap, would've sold my soul to the trap (You know that)
If I ain't rap, I'd be spinnin' opp blocks with a MACs (I'm from the 'Raq)
Drillin', I ain't buyin' no jewelry, warfare, a hundred racks
I was really him, damn near up an M, lettin' it splat
And I'm livin' all facts, three foreigns, all black
They act like I run the 'Raq, give 'em that, that's all bap
I got niggas doin' real sentences like all caps
Don't make sense, we still movin' militant with all straps
Wasn't no way to cope with mental illnesses, we all snapped
How we still get rich and havin' businesses? We all adapt
G Herbo, my vision clear, problems, I make disappear
Watch them all count me out, stupid, this my biggest year
And I'm gettin' older, heart gettin' colder
Tinted whip, rollin', ventin' by my lonely
Chip on my shoulders (Yeah), weight like a boulder (Uh-huh)
Fuck pressure, I'm moldin' (I'm moldin'), built like a soldier

Young nigga ballin', they hatin' on me, I'm just winnin', I don't understand
Regular shit, they can't be me, no, my pockets bussin', I know I'm the man
Wanted my hood on my hand
I did what I did, I was servin' that product to man
Fuck it, did time in the can
Not part of the plan, but that's just what come with it, damn
Ain't no bad person, but know I'ma do what I can
To feed my fans, help my mans, overall get to the bands
Certain things I've done, won't nobody understand
Like, damn, I ain't showin' my hand
I was runnin' through them trenches, runnin' through them trenches tryna get rich
'Member runnin' from a sentence, hoppin' over fences, now I can't slip
They was suckin' my dick, bro told me, "Fuck it, don't trip"
They was suckin' my dick, made it, a young nigga lit
Rolled a three-five in a spliff
High as a bitch, who wanna die in this bitch?
Dare someone try in this bitch
Bro got the Draco and he don't mind firin' some shit
Never gon' lie, I'ma stick
That's on some real nigga shit, I kept it real from a jit
I know that boy, he a bitch, never really on shit
Free bro Raf, he knocked for a body, he told me he never ever gon' switch
I know some niggas I trust doin' everything, told me they never ever gon' snitch
I got some memories stuck in my head I know I won't never ever forget
Swear I won't never tell 'em boys shit, nah, I ain't never leavin' my clique, nah

Who? (Bro died)
I never thought it'd be you (Oh, why?)
Now we're divided in two (No, uh)
And I don't know what to do (No, no, no, no, no)
Oh