[Intro: Oh No]
Big salute to the men and women who put their life on the line everyday fightin' for our country
These stories ain't about them
This is about the soldiers that left
AWOL n***as, dealers and killers
Smokers and loners
N***as that seen too much and became opposers
Let's get into this

[Verse 1: Oh No]
Look, I know a cat that joined the military at an early age
I've seen him once and a while when he'd come around the way
I would see that picture where he posin' camouflage and paint
Shit, I knew him hella young, I heard he had them straight A's
But he didn't respect his momma much
So Oakland is where they sent him up
And he always stayed out of touch
He only called home when he need a buck
Got locked up, caught selling drugs
Life changed a n***a, went from sharp to a fuckin' thug
Fresh off the grid, back in the hustle mode
No time to muffle though, that ain't the hustler's code
And it's hard to trust him with dough
My other homie said he stole a studio right up out of his home
Military trained with a military brain
Hard to process, switchin' and changin' lanes
[Chorus: Oh No]
I know some killers out the military
I know some dealers out the military
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be a (what?) drug dealer (what?)
Thug n***a (what?) born killer (what?)
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be

[Verse 2: Oh No]
I got a gang of brothers that was in the military that was just honorably discharged
Really wasn't cut like Rambo when the shit starts
I don't blame 'em, I would've been right there smokin' weed too
Fuck flyin' up and skydivin' out a B2
I know some homies that got PTSD
And now they havin' flashbacks
It's stories of hazmats, and being ransacked
And now they on packs of the Xanax
To hold back the thoughts of all the bad acts
N***a used to be a dork, now he a Mad Max
Quick to snap a n***a's cap back and show his flag tats
Yeah, a cop's nightmare, that is a rogue soldier
That seen too much and was told to roll over
Now he can't be sober, he got a cold shoulder
To the same country he feel home to Old Oaker
He used to drive the tanks and control rovers
Now he rather be a loner while he's growin' older
[Chorus: Oh No]
I know some killers out the military
I know some dealers out the military
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be a (what?) drug dealer (what?)
Thug n***a (what?) born killer (what?)
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be all you wanna be
See, you can be

[Outro]
All you can be, dawg, even the president
Popular demand don't matter when they riggin' the messages Look at all the messes and opiods and the recklessness
The terrorists, and what all this represents is common negligence
How embarrassing
Can't even kneel like Colin Kaepernick in America
The land of the free, the land of the foul
The land of the "all we want is power right now"
Give it up

[Sample Outro]
Everybody drinkin'... how come the front row ain't have no drinks, what the hell happened here?
Gotta get the front row some drinks, white people ain't feelin' it
If they were black people with no drinks they'd be raising hell right now
See, white people are just so patient
Black people: "that motherfucker!
I've been here a half hour, my shit ain't here yet"
Everybody drinkin' having a good time?