Soldiers Callin' - Calboy

I can hear my soldiers callin', sayin', «Run it up»\nLook up to Heaven, hope they made it up\nHad to rob 'em, told the Lord, «I'm sorry», that’s just how it was\nWe slime him out if he ain’t one of us\nDon’t do friends 'cause them friends turned to foes\nHad to focus on my bag 'cause them bands turned to mold\nGot a call, I lost my mans, hit his head on the floor\nStill fight demons in my head, I want red on the floor\nAyy, 'lotta shit done changed since I got money, 'lotta dead’s turned me cold\nHoldin' back a lot of tears and they won’t shed (No) 'cause my heart froze, ayy\nI’m clueless\nGot lots of things, what’s love? I do not know\nKeep it hunnid, I been solid, I lost seven 'fore I was broke\nLots of bodies, best believe that we ain’t losin' on that sco'\nI been trappin' shit with ease, I bought the keys right out the store\nI was trappin' for the funds, to get the guns, we tote the poles\nHappen see me on that block, you better run, you best get goes\nAnd truly (And truly), I done felt this pain before, I won’t lose it (I won’t\nlose it)\nPeople take the fears of love and abuse it (Abuse it, hey)\nI just wanna vibe, get high and make some music (Make some music)\nI can hear my soldiers callin', sayin', «Run it up»\nLook up to Heaven, hope they made it up\nHad to rob 'em, told the Lord, «I'm sorry», that’s just how it was\nWe slime him out if he ain’t one of us\nDon’t do friends 'cause them friends turned to foes\nHad to focus on my bag 'cause them bands turned to mold\nGot a call, I lost my mans, hit his head on the floor\nStill fight demons in my head, I want red on the floor