[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Ingrid Smalls]
(R) You niggas can hold that (O) 'cause I am a throwback (Y)
I'm spillin' these cold raps, 'cause I am a soldier (C)
You shoulda been told that (E) 'cause I am a throwback
I'm spillin' these cold raps, you feelin' the soldier
You niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback (5)
Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it
I'm spillin' these cold raps (9) you feelin' the soldier
'Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it
'Cause you niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback
But if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it
I'm spillin' these cold raps, I am a soldier, aah, we gone
[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]
Rap's wolf is back to attack hooks
Is back to slap snares and clap at the track's foot (yeah)
I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you
And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes with dudes
Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they go
See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers
Put the piece to ya dome, then you at piece with the chrome
Peel your cap and eat you, and pick my teeth with ya bones
I'm from the city of Gators, haters I dealt with them dudes
If you don't like me then likely I'll make a belt with ya shoes
Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good
Flow is sold, before any nickle bag in your hood
I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me with them
Truest at the beginnin', and truer when the studio end
I'm just sellin' my game for cheddar forever
My intelligent brain is clever when spellin' my name
(R) You niggas can hold that (O) 'cause I am a throwback (Y)
I'm spillin' these cold raps, 'cause I am a soldier (C)
You shoulda been told that (E) 'cause I am a throwback
I'm spillin' these cold raps, you feelin' the soldier
You niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback (5)
Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it
I'm spillin' these cold raps (9) you feelin' the soldier
'Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it
'Cause you niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback
But if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it
I'm spillin' these cold raps, I am a soldier, aah, we gone
[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]
Rap's wolf is back to attack hooks
Is back to slap snares and clap at the track's foot (yeah)
I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you
And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes with dudes
Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they go
See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers
Put the piece to ya dome, then you at piece with the chrome
Peel your cap and eat you, and pick my teeth with ya bones
I'm from the city of Gators, haters I dealt with them dudes
If you don't like me then likely I'll make a belt with ya shoes
Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good
Flow is sold, before any nickle bag in your hood
I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me with them
Truest at the beginnin', and truer when the studio end
I'm just sellin' my game for cheddar forever
My intelligent brain is clever when spellin' my name
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