[Hook: Boaz]
Every soldier got a story to tell
Lemme show ya how this shit get real
Every soldier got a story to tell
A n***a had to hurt his stripes to the field
Every soldier got a story to tell
My n***a dead wrong still tryna fight us some pill
Every soldier got a story to tell
This concrete jungle either kill or be killed

[Verse 1: Hardo]
N***as rather doubt me than [?] me
But n***as in my whole way have hope without me
Man this shit ain't just music, its movement
Fuck the record sales, bitch I'm heavy on influence
Mamma stressing, post partom depression
The spas in my direction just hoping her baby make it out
Take a bow pray to the lord on every now
Laters never promise, n***a got a lot of drama n***a
Bout these commas man, its hard to get along with n***as
No holy water, gotta spray a little lava n***a
No peace they only respect the conflict n***a
No sleep this shit I gotta accomplish n***a

[Hook]
[Verse 2: Boaz]
Whats all about my stripes is a younging
Cause with loud pipes, nikes and all types
Proud to get the block, I know Shyste and all types
Tryna council much money it keep me up all night
They must have took the rule book and re wrote it
These n***as get decoded
Cuz they ain't G coded
Empty out and reloaded
If it ain't about no money, then don't speak on the tryna [?]
And I put that on my hood
That's some real n***a shit, can make water thicker than blood
A lot of green between the Crips and the Bloods
A lot of n***as getting rich from the hood

[Hook]