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the professionals - dishonored valor lyrics

intro [oh no]
fixed this loop to the men and woman who put their life on the
line everyday fightin’ for our country. these stories ain’t about them. its bout the soldiers who left. a wall n#ggas, dealers, and k!llers. smokers and loners. n#ggas that seen to much and became opposers. let’s get into this

verse 1
look, i know a kid who joined the military at an early age, i’d see him once and a while when he’d come around the way, i would see that picture where he posin’ camouflage and paint, sh#t i knew him h#lla young, heard he had them straight a’s. but he didn’t respect his momma much, so oakland is where they sent him up, and he always stayed out of touch, he only called home, when he need a buck. got locked up, caught him selling drugs, life changed a n#gga from sharp to a f#cking thug. fresh of the grid back in the hustle mode, no time to m#ffle tho, that ain’t the hustlers code, and its hard to trust him with dough, my homies said the studio, right from out of his home. military trained with a military brain, hard to process, switchin’ and changin’ lanes
hook
i know some k!llers out the military
i know some dealers out the military
so you could be, all you wanna be
so you could be, all you wanna be
so you could a (what?) drug dealer
thug n#gga (what?),born k!lla (what?)
see you can be all you wanna be
see you can be all you wanna be
verse 2
i got a gang of brothers that was in the military that was just honorably discharged, really wasn’t cut when rambo when the sh#t starts. i don’t blame him, i’d would’ve be right there smokin’ weed too, f#ck flyin’ up and sky diving out a b2. i know some homies that got ptsd, and now they havin’ flashbacks, stories of hazmats, and being ransacked and now they on packs of the xanax, to hold back all the thoughts of the bad acts. n#gga used to be a dork, now he a mad max, quick to snap a n#ggas cap back and show his flag tats. yeah, a cops nightmare, that is a rouge solider, that seen to much and was told to roll over. now he can’t be sober, he got a cold shoulder to the same country he feel is home and old ogre
he used to drive the tanks and control rovers, now he rather be a loner, while he’s growin’ older
hook
i know some k!llers out the military
i know some dealers out the military
so you could be, all you wanna be
so you could be, all you wanna be
so you could a (what?) drug dealer
thug n#gga (what?),born k!lla (what?)
see you can be all you wanna be
see you can be all you wanna be

ending verse
all you can beat up, even the president popular demand don’t matter regan the messages. look, and all messes and all the opioids and the recklessness, the terrorist, and what this all common negligence
psh, how embarrassing, can’t even kneel like collin kaprinik in america. the land of the free, the land of the foul, the land of the all we want is power right now! give it up

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