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Ambition - Westside Soulja Lyrics

I’m from the mother-fucking trenches
Ima Soulja
I swear I’ll take a niggas life I thought I told you!
You ain’t safe up in this game
If you reaching the fame
Turn a little insane
Crack a skull
Expose a brain

I’m trying to see if you got a piece of intelligence
I’m trying to see if your knowledge got some relevance


Cold weather don’t effect this heat
Put you six feet deep
Top layer of concrete

I’m that nigga that’ll have you come back blasting
Bag grasping
With your girls ass cheeks and they clapping


Real Battles with my foes
Never over hoes
There’s no control
With what I can do to make you fold
How can a nigga have a cold ass heart

With a straight face and a talent spark

I’m a real g with a goal in mind

Ain’t gone catch me wasting time

Ima real ass SouljA

From them mother-fucking trenches like I mother-fucking told you

Will these words ever hold you
Will these words ever hold you


Straight gassing leaving your bitch Mitch
Matching
Oh I’m classic
Got her mouth wide open she Jurassic oh
Ain’t no mercy
I’m initiating controversy

Dedication to my momma I respect that lady
I’m a real ass nigga what you niggas know
Real niggas never quit or ever hit that floor

If they do hit that floor they gone back on they toes
And if you knock a nigga down we knocking at your door

Game time Prime time
It’s the fucking time

Can’t hold a nigga back from blowing up and trying to shine

AmbitioN Witavision
And I got intentions
I’m a nigga wishing for them better days
Not knowing pain and Getting paid

Fuck what you say i’m a nigga on the way
I’m a nigga getting paid
Always got something to say
This is what I do day to day
Respect the plays
If you tripping hate the game

How can a nigga have a cold ass heart

With a straight face and a talent spark
I’m a real g with a goal in mind

Ain’t gone catch me wasting time

Ima real ass SouljA

From them mother-fucking trenches like I mother-fucking told you

Will these words ever hold you
Will these words ever hold you



Smick smack you can get your ass bitch slapped

The homies take your hoe
You’ll never get your bitch back

Slick slack where them mother-fuckin tricks at
I’m trying to be a pimp
I’m trying to make some rick racks


A damaged soul
Can never hold your own
Calling back up on the phone
Nigga you ain’t going home

Trying to walk into the light
Ain’t gone try to stay to fight
Pussy ass mother-fucker
Turn a bitch into a god damn dike


Never snitch
Never quit


Im a real ass nigga ask ya mother-fucking bitch

I’m the type to pipe her her down
Have her asking for a crown
Leave her laying on my couch

Real nigga no doubt


Going broke ain’t a joke
What the fuck is hope

Trying to make to the top
Without selling dope

True Trojan on the ground
Real SouljA strike you down
What the fuck is that sound?
AmbitioN all around!

Miscommunication is not the fucking goal
I Ain’t trying to take a soul
I’m trying to buy a home

I’m just trying to live my life
Dodging struggles and the strife

Still rocking WestSide till I mother-fucking die!

How can a nigga have a cold ass heart

With a straight face and a talent spark

I’m a real g with a goal in mind

Ain’t gone catch me wasting time

Ima real ass SouljA

From them mother-fucking trenches like I mother-fucking told you

Will these words ever hold you
Will these words ever hold you