Built Like a Soldier Lyrics – Lil Tjay

[Intro]
(Pipe that s*it up, TnT)
(Dmac on the fu*king track)
(Tahj Money)

[Verse 1: G Herbo]
If I ain’t rap, would’ve sold my soul to the trap (You know that)
If I ain’t rap, I’d be spinning opp blocks with a MACs (I’m from the ‘Raq)
Drilling, I ain’t buying no jewelry, warfare, a hundred racks
I was really him, damn near up an M, letting it splat
And I’m living all facts, three foreigns, all black
They act like I run the ‘Raq, give ’em that, that’s all bap

I got n!ggas doing real sentences like all caps
Don’t make sense, we still moving militant with all straps
Wasn’t no way to cope with mental illnesses, we all snapped
How we still get rich and having 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 getting older, heart getting colder
Tinted whip, rolling, venting by my lonely
Chip on my shoulders, yeah, weight like a boulder (Uh-huh)
Fu*k pressure, I’m molding (I’m molding), built like a soldier

[Verse 2: Lil Tjay]
Young n!gga balling, they hating on me, I’m just winning, I don’t understand
Regular s*it, they can’t be me, no, my pockets bussing, I know I’m the man
Wanted my hood on my hand
I did what I did, I was serving that product to man
Fu*k 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 showing my hand
I was running through them trenches, running through them trenches tryna get rich
‘Member running from a sentence, hopping over fences, now I can’t slip
They was sucking my d!ck, bro told me, “Fu*k it, don’t trip”

They was sucking my d!ck, made it, a young n!gga lit
Rolled a three-five in a spliff
High as a b!tch, who wanna die in this b!tch?
Dare someone try in this b!tch
Bro got the Draco and he don’t mind firing some s*it
Never gon’ lie, I’ma stick
That’s on some real n!gga s*it, I kept it real from a jit
I know that boy, he a b!tch, never really on s*it
Free bro Raf, he knocked for a body, he told me he never ever gon’ switch
I know some n!ggas I trust doing 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 s*it, nah, I ain’t never leaving my clique, nah

[Outro: Lil Tjay]
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