[Hook – 2x]
I’m a soldier, you don’t want no problems with my team
I’m a soldier, army longer than a limousine
I’m a soldier, you can’t even beat me in your dreams
You don’t wanna go to war with me
[E.S.G.]
My platoon filled with goons, so we can’t depend on a G-O-V
No punchlines on the frontline, give it up to the G-O-D
Yeah everyday problems stressing me, but the man up there keep blessing me
But like a S-A-T the way they testing me, major labels wanna invest with me
Homicide they arrested me, conspiracy they didn’t get to me
They say hip-hop fans wanna see the G, with ice on the neck and diamonds on his teeth
Radio station like a land mine, blow your ass up in no time
Nowadays these majors running, so we independent cats get no shine
They got no rhyme no swag, and they still get a deal man ain’t that sad
A&R told em sell out fast, make up a dance and shake your ass
Say keep the cash still get paid, E.S.G. Cham’ and my dog Shaun Blaze
Diamond grill I’m a Navy SEAL, y’all see the wheels them razor blades
[Hook – 2x]
[Chamillionaire]
You would think I was playing basketball, my vest is sure to block a shot
I call my glock Michael T, yeah Tyson sure to knock you out
Street hustlers know what I’m talking bout, my money be talking if y’all forgot
Pull out my paper on the spot, presidential black card like I’m Barack
Everyday I have my jewelry, know why I have to have my tooly
I touch money that y’all want, Ben Franklin must have the cooties
Live my life like that’s a movie, I be mad and I be moody
Cause y’all boys be acting fruity, as a strawberry banana smoothie
I’m humble you should combat the kid, like I’m the lame
I’ma be worse than George Bush, be talking bout war like John McCain
Diamonds big as my hollow tips, so I load my bullets up on my ring
Cock back my right fist and aim, all y’all boys better guard your brain
[Hook – 2x]
[E.S.G.]
Cause I’m a soldier lieutenant, a general by far
From the trill ass trenches, and hip-hop be my war
Should receive a purple star, but for now it’s purple bar
Shoulda trade my army tank, for a candy purple car
Sour apple Chevrolet, yeah I call it green beret
Now look how many soldiers, in Iraq die everyday
While we whip coupe with two hands, they dying in the Sudan
This song ain’t for ring tones, this one for my true fans
Crooked CEO’s, be playing with my bread
These dirty record stores, they love to bootleg
But I can’t forget the critics, who hate on a Hogg
I’m a soldier in the battlefield, and y’all just love to blog get it
[Hook – 2x]