Fallen Soldiers

(Cannon, Cannon went crazy)
Uh

Since Juice WRLD died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left, uh
Since Pop Smoke died, nigga, we ain't got nothin' left
Since King Von died, nigga, we ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers

Vito, Kobe, Cap, and Roc
Died on my block, so the war'll never stop
I was still a teen, but I already seen a lot
Told me I'd be stuck in my hood 'til I rot
Knew I'd reach my dreams, cops told me I would not
Spit my first rap and Rell told me I should drop
Dead broke, no way I'm makin' bail if I got caught
But I ain't give a fuck, I still let my window down and shot
I was goin' through a lot, we out here spinnin' for my partners
Loyal to my hood, but I kept hurtin' my mama
Had to go on missions, but I really wanted commas
And it didn't mean shit after we did it, if I'm honest
Blood made us vicious, I was swimmin' with piranhas
Murder after murder, now this bitch feel like a sauna
Opps played Osama 'til we caught 'em like Obama
Couldn't show emotion, now I'm holdin' on to trauma, fuck
Made it out the trenches, now I live in Cali tucked
Bulletproofed the truck, so I don't even gotta duck
Lost my brother, felt like I was runnin' out of luck
Paid for over twenty funerals, still ain't run out of bucks
Got my life, plus I'm millis up, that's a plus
Grip it tight, will I up and bust? That's a must
On site, if he got the flux, that was us
Pass Wop one off my waist to keep us safe 'cause I trust him

Since Baby D died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Big Wet died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Lil Greg died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers

I was really in this shit, standard clip in the stick
I can't be a hypocrite, I was first nigga in a whip
Swear to God, we ain't goin' to sleep 'til it's a homicide
We'll do this shit every day like it's Ramadan
Put it on my mama, I ain't never play out of bounds
If you cross the line, we'll make this bitch the Columbine
Lil' Herb been signin' on the dotted line
You would never catch me 'less you chasin' dollar signs
I done spent a hundred thousand a lot of times
All the Louis for my kids, but the Prada mine
Told them that I come from dark days, I ain't lyin'
Million dollars worth of J 'cause we gotta shine
Finger stayin' on the trigger 'cause I miss my nigga
Keep an extra thirty shots 'cause I should've been with him
Checkin' in my suite, I understand incidentals
Need collateral just in case 'cause I could've did him, uh
Goin' on a hit, you better not have no fuckin' fear
If it go left, you better not cry no fuckin' tear
Cops get behind us, you better not look in the rear, we gone
Killers ain't complainin' 'bout the trench, we strong
Soon as Lil' Herb go legit, we on
Finally got rich, but it took mad long
Where I'm from, everybody sing sad songs, for real

Since C-Mo died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Mad Max died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Big Squad died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers

Since Chico died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since Baking Soda died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Since White Folks died, nigga, I ain't got nothin' left
Heart torn, cold sweats, tears fall, can't suppress 'em
Glock on me for protection, homies, just a couple left
Fallen soldiers