LYRICS: Jub Jub & Emtee Soldier

Im a general for real (Ayy) I call the shots for real (Ayy) Yeah Im the boss for real (Ayy) They know the drill (Ayy) Im a general for real (Ayy) I call the shots for real (Ayy) Yeah Im the boss for real (Ayy) They know the drill (Ayy) You know the drill (Ayy, ayy) Fuck how they feel (Fuck how they feel) Ima make me a mill Get a house on the hill I was poppin on them pills Knew that shit wasnt real (Real) I was close to be killed, thank God I lived, ayy (Uh huh) Then I doubled back (Back), back to the trap (Back to the trap) Back to the racks, rubberbands and a fanny pack Yeah you know Ima soldier I walk in your hood and take over You hatin from your mama sofa Montclair [?] curls, the world gettin colder I been trhough hell and back Now Im woke and its to the max (Ayy) Smokin a hot pack If I take your shit, you wont get it back (Ayy) You know Im a soldier I put that boy on the poster Tell my enemies Im [?] Got a good head on my shoulder, its never over Im a general for real (Ayy) I call the shots for real (Ayy) Yeah Im the boss for real (Ayy) They know the drill (Ayy) Im a general for real (Ayy) I call the shots for real (Ayy) Yeah Im the boss for real (Ayy) They know the drill (Ayy) Im a general for real I call the shots for real (Woo) Yeah Im a boss for real They know the drill Yah bengithi vele ngeke kuyenzakale Im tryna show yall man kuthi kdala ngigudla kule game If I need some shit to be told, ketlo bitsa ntwana yaka Emteezo, the king od that shit Yeah, Big Hustle and Jub Jub in this bitch, man Yeah gangster shit, yeah I already told you, you hoe ass niggas dont scare me Download Audio