Railroads

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Railroads by Soldier Kidd

Railroads Lyrics

*Aye Danny you killed this shit*

All these fake ass niggas
these niggas ain't even steppin
them niggas tryna claim they brother
on my lil brother and they don't even do?
??
That have shit to do with nothing boy

Ole fucking stripper pole baby
Ole fucking flash dancer nigga stop playin

It be the one play tough for hoes end up get railroad (I swear)
My nigga steppin baby we don't do the tip toes (not at all)
My youngin a pit screamin "SooWoo" guess he a red nose
Shit'll get violent on our end cuz we let shells go
Bet I earned my stripes G, no Adidas these ain't no shell toes
Gotta keep the heater but it's coolin put a fan on it
Fuck round and burn him with a hollow it's a ten on him
Imma sip that Belair out the bottle, smoke yo dead ho-
I-I-I been feeling generous
I'm really rich
Mama told me keep my friends close, close to my enemies
I never listen to my damn folks she wasn't no kin to me
You tell me how I'm supposed to damn cope when I lost the friend in me
Why the fuck my nigga keep on saying go in
And they ain't no pot to blitz
My heart gone
Like fuck the world I ain't picking up no phone
Let alone
My baby girl don't know her uncle gone
But in this world
You live to die that shit just what it was
Just what is
My nigga piped out waitin for a pill

It be the one play tough for hoes end up get railroad (I swear)
My nigga steppin baby we don't do the tip toes (not at all)
My youngin a pit screamin "SooWoo" guess he a red nose
Shit'll get violent on our end cuz we let shells go
Bet I earned my stripes G, no Adidas these ain't no shell toes
Gotta keep the heater but it's coolin put a fan on it
Fuck round and burn him with a hollow it's a ten on him
Imma sip that Belair out the bottle, smoke yo dead homie

They say they riding til I'm dead but they be dead wrong
It be the hoes that I let in that got my head gone
Ki-kickin doors don't let me in I get you stepped on
Like what you rep on
I put my X on
.762s bummin rippin through your teflon
I don't miss you I miss my niggas who ain't come home
I blitz you to show you how them youngins stretch sumn
Fuck the? 'less they let me bring the Tek on
Like my nigga too
These thug nigga blues
??
Already know he ain't a killer why he keep a tool?

It be the one play tough for hoes end up get railroad (I swear)
My nigga steppin baby we don't do the tip toes (not at all)
My youngin a pit screamin "SooWoo" guess he a red nose
Shit'll get violent on our end cuz we let shells go
Bet I earned my stripes G, no Adidas these ain't no shell toes
Gotta keep the heater but it's coolin put a fan on it
Fuck round and burn him with a hollow it's a ten on him
Imma sip that Belair out the bottle, smoke yo dead homie

From the album: Everybody Loves Soldier