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Timal - Soldat

Prod. YCK

[YCK]
Got a bag of dust on the stove
This hatred persistent myself I loathe
Any motherfucking poser that goes well above 
And shows he’s weak and will bend to prose
Sage up in the drink for the liftoff quick
You don’t wanna see me when I’m pissed off bitch
Turning water into wine here to show a divinity
That you cannot attain with overbearing timidity
Spitting up some venom a little bit too much
You a kid and wanna fiddle with everything you touch
Ridden with a clip and then check if the noose tugs
Wouldn’t turn and want a middle man then if I choose drugs
Grind the dull fangs conceive the snake bites
I prepped the whole thing you rolled the snake eyes
So opinionated when you got zero prospects
I done did my work you’re the one with zero projects
Loitering out on the sun
But you ain’t even rendered in yet
Itemized pixels these digital tears under audit 
Appointed inveterate and been set
You must not have heard but this is purely narc country
Bills are tagged the UV lights show this is dirty marked money

Call me a day tripper
Burial made spade flipper
Fed the mainframe when the flames came
Bringer of death in shade blade gripper
X and PCP it’s no PDs that we be fucking with
Burn the DEA don't deviate like we had done some shit

[Walter]
I’m out my mind on a day trip
Talk outta line get your face split 
Baggy ass jeans with the heel bite 
No I don’t give a fuck bout no real life 
Heard you thought I’m toast
I left out now I ball D Rose-ing
Look like you saw ghost you know
This life too fake can’t hold it hold it 
I can’t do the most I’m dead I’m gone I hope I coded
Damn my heart corroded 
Most my life I’m high no focus 
Call me day trippin how my face itchin 
If stay different would I hate livin 
I got bass kickin in my brain
Spit like 09 lil Wayne
Thought I showed why I got game 
Back on coast going through pain 
On my feet seeing through the rain 
Fake lil snake cut em out the frame 
Aye aye scraping the pavement like heel bite 
Think I’ll take me another don’t feel right 
Think I’m up I’m love it I take flight 

[YCK]
Call me a day tripper
Burial made spade flipper
Fed the mainframe when the flames came
Bringer of death in shade blade gripper
X and PCP it’s no PDs that we be fucking with
Burn the DEA don't deviate like we had done some shit

YCK x Walter - Day Tripper

[Intro]
Cold world, cold heart, cold chrome,
Money make angels fall and demons roam.
She got that look, yeah, ice in her soul,
All for a C-note, she’ll take control.

[Verse 1]
She was raised in the jungle, hunger in her veins,
Love was just a weakness, pain her only gain.
A queen with no crown, just a Glock on her side,
Eyes like fire, beauty mixed with homicide.
She used to dream of freedom, of peace and rest,
Now she counting dirty bills on a bulletproof vest.
She don’t trust no man, not one soul alive,
‘Cause the first that she loved left her barely survive.
Now her heart’s on lockdown, emotions gone rogue,
She learned early that loyalty’s a code they broke.
She’ll smile in your face, but her hand on the steel,
Ask her price for mercy, she’ll say, “It’s a deal.”

[Chorus]
She’ll clap you for a C-note, no tears, no cry,
Cold like the moon in a blood-red sky.
She used to love deep, now she love control,
For a hundred-dollar bill, she gon’ take your soul.
She’ll clap you for a C-note, heart made of ice,
Ain’t no fairytales left, she done paid the price.
A kiss on your cheek, then your lights go low,
That’s the game, that’s her code, that’s how it go.

[Verse 2]
She ain’t evil, nah, just built from pain,
From backstabs, betrayals, and streets that stained.
Every man that said “trust me” took her faith,
Now the only thing she trust is that pistol’s weight.
You see her walk, grace, power, heat,
Every move calculated, never miss a beat.
She know the system dirty, the world unjust,
So she took her morals, turned ‘em all to dust.
Now it’s survival, not emotion, not care,
If you flashin’ green, better beware.
She don’t need love, she don’t want your name,
She just want respect, and a bag in the game.
Every scar she got tells a street-born tale,
Of how the strong survive and the weak always fail.
She ain’t heartless, the world made her this way,
Now she laugh when they beg, “Please don’t make me pay.”

[Chorus]
She’ll clap you for a C-note, no tears, no cry,
Cold like the moon in a blood-red sky.
She used to love deep, now she love control,
For a hundred-dollar bill, she gon’ take your soul.
She’ll clap you for a C-note, heart made of ice,
Ain’t no fairytales left, she done paid the price.
A kiss on your cheek, then your lights go low,
That’s the game, that’s her code, that’s how it go.

[Bridge]
You can see it in her eyes, pain never fades,
She wear trauma like armor, love like a blade.
Every C-note she stack, another wall she build,
Another piece of humanity forever stilled.
She ain’t the villain, just the product of crime,
Born in a system where angels do time.
They called her ruthless, but she called it fair,
If the world don’t care, why the hell should she care?

[Verse 3]
Now she ride solo through the city lights,
Glock in her purse, ready for fights.
She don’t fear death, she already met pain,
She’ll trade you your life for a pocket of gain.
A hustler in heels, a queen in war,
You think you know her type, but you ain’t seen her before.
She’ll smile, she’ll flirt, she’ll make you feel safe,
But when the deal go wrong, she erase your face.
Cold-blooded, but her heart still beat slow,
She still wonders sometimes where did love go.
In another life, maybe she’d dance, not kill,
But in this one, survival’s the only thrill.

[Final Chorus]
She’ll clap you for a C-note, no tears, no cry,
Cold like the moon in a blood-red sky.
She used to love deep, now she love control,
For a hundred-dollar bill, she gon’ take your soul.
She’ll clap you for a C-note, heart made of ice,
Ain’t no fairytales left, she done paid the price.
A kiss on your cheek, then your lights go low,
That’s the game, that’s her code, that’s how it go.

[Outro]
So don’t judge her, just respect her grind,
She a mirror of the world, one of a kind.
If love had a price, she already paid,
And if trust was a weapon, she the one that it made.
She’ll clap you for a C-note, yeah, it’s true,
But remember, the world made her, not you.

She’ll Clap You for a C-Note

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