Hotboy Wes – Soldier Lyrics

My lil’ nigga went to trial and got a eon
Life without parole, he will never get a rerun
Clutchin’ on my pole like I’m squeezing a Capri Sun
Veins ice cold like my heart pump Freon
And lately I’ve been reminiscing ’bout my soldiers
I swear I can’t even laugh ‘less I’m loaded
Medication to help me mask my emotions
Feel like I’m drowning and it ain’t the last ocean

When you see me in the booth, the Grim Reaper is lose
Keep a heater with you when you sleep in a zoo
Ain’t had no windows in my cell, what a beautiful view
And have you ever ran from 12 in a two-seater coupe?
When I was younger I always knew I wasn’t normal
Teacher tried to talk to me, I just used to ignore her
Boy, I’m from that side where they bully you for your Jordan’s
Bullets go through the ‘partments on the carpet
Tell my PO I said fuck ’em, tell my kids I said I’m sorry
‘Cause I know flippin’ burgers will never purchase a ‘Rari
I ain’t moppin’ no floors, I ain’t washing no toilets
‘Fore I take somebody’s order I’ll take somethin’ with this forty

My lil’ nigga went to trial and got a eon
Life without parole, he will never get a rerun
Clutchin’ on my pole like I’m squeezing a Capri Sun
Veins ice cold like my heart pump Freon
And lately I’ve been reminiscing ’bout my soldiers
I swear I can’t even laugh ‘less I’m loaded
Medication to help me mask my emotions
Feel like I’m drowning and it ain’t the last ocean

Real niggas get it raw-raw
He wasn’t even in on the drill, he got dropped off
Could’ve threw his partners in the cross but he did not talk
Sticking to the code, when he make parole, he’ll pop out
I swear the prison turn the realest to a law-law
Bitch we from below the trenches, young but I know statistics
Graveyard or go to prison, Section 8 with poor conditions
Really left us no decision, lock me up up in the system
Prison guards telling me I’m stupid, I got no potential
Why you acting like you held me down and you know you didn’t?
I thought you was special, you got pregnant by my co-defendant
I been gettin’ loaded for my soldiers in the solar system, damn

My lil’ nigga went to trial and got a eon
Life without parole, he will never get a rerun
Clutchin’ on my pole like I’m squeezing a Capri Sun
Veins ice cold like my heart pump Freon
And lately I’ve been reminiscing ’bout my soldiers
I swear I can’t even laugh ‘less I’m loaded
Medication to help me mask my emotions
Feel like I’m drowning and it ain’t the last ocean