Rich Homie Quan - Foot Soldier lyrics

30 you a fool for this one [Chorus] I put in work, I was a foot soldier, you was a lead runner Better invest, you can't hustle forever, them feds comin' Went did my partner go out bad I should have said somethin' Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him, he fled on 'em I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie Last situation got a little bloody, left a little bread on 'em No more handouts, I’m done wit it, can’t help ya n***a In this game called life, you know every man for theyself n***a [Verse 1] (Talk to 'em Rich Homie) Every man for himself, that what my people taught me (that what my people taught me) Blood s**in' ticks, tryna keep the leeches off me (get the f** up off me n***a) Spray a lil' cologne, tryna keep the reefer off me (that right too) Multiply and division, that what my teacher taught me Celebratin' life everyday, kickin' sh** on another level Can’t do it by myself, me and my team had to come together And we may have differences but we talk 'em out, yeah amongst the fellas Standin' in the driveway, me and Monte wit a bunch of hittas [Chorus] I put in work, I was a foot soldier, you was a lead runner Better invest, you can't hustle forever, them feds comin' Went did my partner go out bad I should have said somethin' Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him, he fled on 'em I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie Last situation got a little bloody, left a little bread on 'em No more handouts, I’m done wit it, can’t help ya n***a In this game called life, you know every man for theyself n***a [Verse 2] I watch my patna go broke, he was up a whole mill (that right too) I done been hurt so many times, I ain't got no feelings (too many times) When I talk to a man look him in his eye, that's how you know I’m serious And I know I’m different, I’m so ambitious, I go and get it Countin’ that money, ain't need no a**istance I'm Michael Jordan, you a Scottie Pippen (I'm 23) And if they don't get the message then it's questions, what they still askin' (say what?) Lookin' at my bling, countin' my rings, Phil Jackson [Chorus] I put in work, I was a foot soldier, you was a lead runner Better invest, you can't hustle forever, them feds comin' Went did my partner go out bad I should have said somethin' Play dead on 'em, they tried to rob him, he fled on 'em I keep that 30 and a Bible by the bed homie Last situation got a little bloody, left a little bread on 'em No more handouts, I’m done wit it, can’t help ya n***a In this game called life, you know every man for theyself n***a