
Soldier Shed Theory (Ft. Aceii, Capoxxo, Henry Mosto, Marlon DuBois, Ricky Chix & woody (Dream Caster))
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Shed Theory
[Verse 1: Dream Caster]
Free Kudz I want my cousin
Going getting money shit
I just threw a bag out
I [?] my own
And you could write a theory, I could tell you why it’s not it
Swear this lil bitch she toxic
Stick it out is my option
I pop out with my stick
He shootin on some boss shit
I be on my Top Gun Tom Cruise shit
And he be on that Will Smith rap type shit
[Verse 2: Henry Mosto]
Feel like Chris Brown, hit the mic in a song
If you hold me down then I will never tell you stop
And if you still in town then I will never leave the spot
[Verse 3: Marlon DuBois]
About to meet the lurch, you already met the nod
How can I let go and still have control
Everything I do is theoretical (Nah, nah)
The shed's underwater it grew tentacles
I can feel it in my body, I’m about to go far
Identical theories, I can not tell them apart
I’m with my homies sipping pints not pop
At the store walked into Woody's car
[Verse 1: Dream Caster]
Free Kudz I want my cousin
Going getting money shit
I just threw a bag out
I [?] my own
And you could write a theory, I could tell you why it’s not it
Swear this lil bitch she toxic
Stick it out is my option
I pop out with my stick
He shootin on some boss shit
I be on my Top Gun Tom Cruise shit
And he be on that Will Smith rap type shit
[Verse 2: Henry Mosto]
Feel like Chris Brown, hit the mic in a song
If you hold me down then I will never tell you stop
And if you still in town then I will never leave the spot
[Verse 3: Marlon DuBois]
About to meet the lurch, you already met the nod
How can I let go and still have control
Everything I do is theoretical (Nah, nah)
The shed's underwater it grew tentacles
I can feel it in my body, I’m about to go far
Identical theories, I can not tell them apart
I’m with my homies sipping pints not pop
At the store walked into Woody's car
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