I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
Back up with my troops once again
Gotta keep my soldiers
I don’t need no loose ends
Gotta keep my pistol
I don’t need to trust friends
Riding wit my kill-a
Peanut he be tryna spin
Off the top
Get it hot
When we popped
Bodies drop
Body rock
Off the tip
Got em hit
Let it rip
Then we dip
Now we out in LA, flight tomorrow to the bay
Gotta get out, get away, gotta hide out
Flee the scene
Now that I’m hot
She be trying ride
When I was not
There’s no one insight
Now that I’m hot
Everyone trying ride
Tell me how I
Should feel when I’m dead inside
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
This a smokе zone, everybody tryna blow
Had to catch him slipping
Madе his body hit the floor
Don’t be acting bout it
Pussy, you know you a hoe
Try to walk outside
And we goin leave you at the doe
You don’t want no smoke
Sliding with the scope
Staking out his home
Bitch I’m leave you home alone
Yeah you know I keep a chrome
And I’m knowing for splitting domes
I’m do it on my own, I’m show you what I’m on
Talking about guap
I’m going be taking his life
Keeping my Glock
Thinking bout rolling the dice
Scheming a lot
I’m tryna get him tonight
Now that pussy dead, yeah
This is a dangerous life
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty soul
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty soul
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
Don’t care what they told ya
All these people hoes bruh
They don’t even know us
I be smoking gas tho
150 the dash bode
Living life so fast
But i be slow moving, off xans, oh
Got so much, bad habits
And I’m, never gonna solve em
If you knew how I felt
You would know, I wanna off sum
I’m not tryna go back
To how my life was before
Momma was poor
No food, an we slept on the floor
I’m not ever going back
To how my life was before
Momma was poor
No food, an we slept on the floor
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
Back up with my troops once again
Gotta keep my soldiers
I don’t need no loose ends
Gotta keep my pistol
I don’t need to trust friends
Riding wit my kill-a
Peanut he be tryna spin
Off the top
Get it hot
When we popped
Bodies drop
Body rock
Off the tip
Got em hit
Let it rip
Then we dip
Now we out in LA, flight tomorrow to the bay
Gotta get out, get away, gotta hide out
Flee the scene
Now that I’m hot
She be trying ride
When I was not
There’s no one insight
Now that I’m hot
Everyone trying ride
Tell me how I
Should feel when I’m dead inside
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
This a smokе zone, everybody tryna blow
Had to catch him slipping
Madе his body hit the floor
Don’t be acting bout it
Pussy, you know you a hoe
Try to walk outside
And we goin leave you at the doe
You don’t want no smoke
Sliding with the scope
Staking out his home
Bitch I’m leave you home alone
Yeah you know I keep a chrome
And I’m knowing for splitting domes
I’m do it on my own, I’m show you what I’m on
Talking about guap
I’m going be taking his life
Keeping my Glock
Thinking bout rolling the dice
Scheming a lot
I’m tryna get him tonight
Now that pussy dead, yeah
This is a dangerous life
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty soul
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty soul
I’m a mighty souljah
I’m a mighty souljah
Don’t care what they told ya
All these people hoes bruh
They don’t even know us
I be smoking gas tho
150 the dash bode
Living life so fast
But i be slow moving, off xans, oh
Got so much, bad habits
And I’m, never gonna solve em
If you knew how I felt
You would know, I wanna off sum
I’m not tryna go back
To how my life was before
Momma was poor
No food, an we slept on the floor
I’m not ever going back
To how my life was before
Momma was poor
No food, an we slept on the floor
( TK TruZe )
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