Rich Homie Quan - Foot Soldier Lyrics

30 you a fool for this one

I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I’m done wit it
Can’t help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga

(Talk to 'em Rich Homie)
Every man for theyself
That what my people taught me
(that what my people taught me)
Blood suckin' ticks
Tryna keep the leeches off me
(get the fuck up off me nigga)
Spray a lil' cologne
Tryna keep the reefer off me
(that right too) multiply and division
What my teacher taught me
Celebratin' life everyday
Kickin' shit on another level
Can’t do it by myself
Me and my team had to come together
And we may have differences but
We talk 'em out, yeah amongst the fellas
Standin' in the driveway
Me and Monta wit a bunch of hittas

I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I’m done wit it
Can’t help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga

I watch my patna go broke
He was up a whole mill (that right too)
I done been hurt so many times
I ain't got no feelings (too many times)
When I talk to a man look him in his eye
That's how you know I’m serious
And I know I’m different, I’m so ambitious
I go and get it (hey hey)
Countin’ that money
I ain't need no assistance (nah nigga)
I'm Michael Jordan, you a Scottie Pippen
(I'm 23, ball) and if they don't get the
Message then it's questions
What they still askin' (say what?)
Lookin' at my bling, countin' my rings
Phil Jackson

I put in work, I was a foot soldier
You was a lead runner
Better invest, you can't hustle forever
Them feds comin'
Went did my partner go out bad
I should have said somethin'
Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him
He fled on 'em
I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie
Last situation got a little bloody
Left a little bread on 'em
No more handouts, I’m done wit it
Can’t help ya nigga
In this game called life
You know every man for theyself nigga