English, FAD, SXZE - Fortified (Poster Boy) Lyrics

I'm with the soldiers
They ain't ever sober
Glocky in the holster
Put him on a poster
So, oh. So what?
They put a hole in your chest like a donut
Play my cards right baby I don't ever fold 'em
Stay the fuck up out the streets that's what they're mama told 'em
They ain't ever listen what they say what they told
Sell my soul aim the chrome at his dome
I can see the tears falling from my mama's eyes
Each bullet blasted, yeah, I'm slowly losing love inside
Where the stacks? Where the cash? I'm about the pay
Shit, you about to pay 'cause I'm too busy countin' graves
I got some semi's, got an AK, got a .45
All my soldiers in the barracks. I got it fortified
Bitch, I'm avaricious. Tell me where the cash at
You think I'm lyin' but you sleepin' like a cat nap
I am not the type of fella to be fucking with
I'll bring the heat to your home like you got the oven lit
Fuckin' doggin' me, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
I'll leave you bleeding, ain't no coming back like Kaepernick
I'm with the soldiers
They ain't ever sober
Glocky in the holster
Put him on a poster
So, oh. So what?
They put a hole in your chest like a donut
Play my cards right baby I don't ever fold 'em
Stay the fuck up out the streets that's what they're mama told 'em
They ain't ever listen what they say what they told
Sell my soul aim the chrome at his dome
You ain't no steppa you not in the mix
Should've stayed on the porch we got no picks
I'm sliding wit glocks wit thirty round dix
Imma aim at eight hit about six
I ain't just rappin' I'm livin' like this
Built Ford tough been layin' dem bricks
I been had da bag I been hood rich
You neva had da bag ya pockets on nix
So listen up I got a tip
Don't fuck with me I'll shoot your bitch
Then slide on the wake while they singin' hymns
I pray the Lord forgive my sins
I swear to God I just wanna win
I was drowning in the deep I didn't know how to swim
This all from the muscle I ain't talking no gym
I'm never going back them days was grim
No more frowns now it's all grins
Swimming wit sharks I earned my fin
Deep in the trenches wit blood on my timbs
Thought I was out but I'll always be in
Two Four 'til I die it's etched in my skin
Disrespect gang then the Benz 'gon spin
Free Kenball that's like my kin
When he touch down we fuckin' on twins
I'm with the soldiers
They ain't ever sober
Glocky in the holster
Put him on a poster
So, oh. So what?
They put a hole in your chest like a donut
Play my cards right baby I don't ever fold 'em
Stay the fuck up out the streets that's what they're mama told 'em
They ain't ever listen what they say what they told
Sell my soul aim the chrome at his dome

I'm with the soldiers
They ain't ever sober
Glocky in the holster
Put him on a poster
So, oh. So what?
They put a hole in your chest like a donut
Play my cards right baby I don't ever fold 'em
Stay the fuck up out the streets that's what they're mama told 'em
They ain't ever listen what they say what they told
Sell my soul aim the chrome at his dome
I can see the tears falling from my mama's eyes
Each bullet blasted, yeah, I'm slowly losing love inside
Where the stacks? Where the cash? I'm about the pay
Shit, you about to pay 'cause I'm too busy countin' graves
I got some semi's, got an AK, got a .45
All my soldiers in the barracks. I got it fortified
Bitch, I'm avaricious. Tell me where the cash at
You think I'm lyin' but you sleepin' like a cat nap
I am not the type of fella to be fucking with
I'll bring the heat to your home like you got the oven lit
Fuckin' doggin' me, I ain't afraid to cap a bitch
I'll leave you bleeding, ain't no coming back like Kaepernick
I'm with the soldiers
They ain't ever sober
Glocky in the holster
Put him on a poster
So, oh. So what?
They put a hole in your chest like a donut
Play my cards right baby I don't ever fold 'em
Stay the fuck up out the streets that's what they're mama told 'em
They ain't ever listen what they say what they told
Sell my soul aim the chrome at his dome
You ain't no steppa you not in the mix
Should've stayed on the porch we got no picks
I'm sliding wit glocks wit thirty round dix
Imma aim at eight hit about six
I ain't just rappin' I'm livin' like this
Built Ford tough been layin' dem bricks
I been had da bag I been hood rich
You neva had da bag ya pockets on nix
So listen up I got a tip
Don't fuck with me I'll shoot your bitch
Then slide on the wake while they singin' hymns
I pray the Lord forgive my sins
I swear to God I just wanna win
I was drowning in the deep I didn't know how to swim
This all from the muscle I ain't talking no gym
I'm never going back them days was grim
No more frowns now it's all grins
Swimming wit sharks I earned my fin
Deep in the trenches wit blood on my timbs
Thought I was out but I'll always be in
Two Four 'til I die it's etched in my skin
Disrespect gang then the Benz 'gon spin
Free Kenball that's like my kin
When he touch down we fuckin' on twins
I'm with the soldiers
They ain't ever sober
Glocky in the holster
Put him on a poster
So, oh. So what?
They put a hole in your chest like a donut
Play my cards right baby I don't ever fold 'em
Stay the fuck up out the streets that's what they're mama told 'em
They ain't ever listen what they say what they told
Sell my soul aim the chrome at his dome