[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Ingrid Smalls]

(R) You niggas can hold that (O) 'cause I am a throwback (Y)

I'm spillin' these cold raps, 'cause I am a soldier (C)

You shoulda been told that (E) 'cause I am a throwback

I'm spillin' these cold raps, you feelin' the soldier

You niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback (5)

Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps (9) you feelin' the soldier

'Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it

'Cause you niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback

But if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps, I am a soldier, aah, we gone

[Verse 1: Royce da 5’9”]

Rap's wolf is back to attack hooks

Is back to slap snares and clap at the track's foot (yeah)

I'm too vicious for him, too vicious for you

And my kitchen is huge, we do dishes with dudes

Coldest flow of the summer, I see 'em come and they go

See 'em fumble the flow, it's more goers then comers

Put the piece to ya dome, then you at piece with the chrome

Peel your cap and eat you, and pick my teeth with ya bones

I'm from the city of Gators, haters I dealt with them dudes

If you don't like me then likely I'll make a belt with ya shoes

Put a hole in ya soul, it trickles badder than good

Flow is sold, before any nickle bag in your hood

I'm not a hip hop nigga, don't confuse me with them

Truest at the beginnin', and truer when the studio end

I'm just sellin' my game for cheddar forever

My intelligent brain is clever when spellin' my name

[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Ingrid Smalls]

(R) You niggas can hold that (O) 'cause I am a throwback (Y)

I'm spillin' these cold raps, 'cause I am a soldier (C)

You shoulda been told that (E) 'cause I am a throwback

I'm spillin' these cold raps, you feelin' the soldier

You niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback (5)

Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps (9) you feelin' the soldier

'Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it

'Cause you niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback

But if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps, I am a soldier, aah, we gone

[Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”]

I'm back to call the advantage, have you in arms, bananas

Enhanced rep, rap grand theft auto mechanic

I'm 'bout to tighten my plugs, 'bout to be fightin' in clubs

Your blood might give me love, and likely highten my buzz

Your type is simply a bitch, and fightin' with me's a risk

I might empty my clip, if the hype will get me my niche

I'm out in front of ya, guns out

'Bout to knock ya fronts out, boxin' about to drop without Columbia

I spit this venom myself, my independence is felt

Finished with Slim and his help, long as he winnin' I'm good

Long as I'm known as one of the most vicious

MCs spittin' from the "D", low and behold the mitten

This is how I rose you bitches, Rock City chosen niggas

We stole this on a road to riches

I'll show you the golden picture, globe locked

Product is fizz, I'm soda pop like Hova, Pac, and Big

[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Ingrid Smalls]

(R) You niggas can hold that (O) 'cause I am a throwback (Y)

I'm spillin' these cold raps, 'cause I am a soldier (C)

You shoulda been told that (E) 'cause I am a throwback

I'm spillin' these cold raps, you feelin' the soldier

You niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback (5)

Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps (9) you feelin' the soldier

'Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it

'Cause you niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback

But if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps, I am a soldier, aah, we gone

[Verse 3: Royce da 5’9”]

I go beyond bootleggers, they slow me down, but hey

I'm holdin' my ground, long as the stolen sound should play

Five nine is a winner, I speak to keep the progression

My views take you to school, my piece'll teach you a lesson

Never been deep in the streets, I can't be somethin' I'm not

Test me and get to know me, I'll put you inside of a box

Chalked and signin' off and put ya hands on me now

Later they lay on ya chest, crossed inside a coffin

The .30 caliber shot, who wanna take on

Where they give you wounds, you goons couldn't put a stake on

All them ho ass niggas could do is cry with your children and pray

If I was a civilian for a day

I'd take a glance at my daddy ‒ another me

Raise my hand on the stand like Shaggy: "It wasn't me" (Yeah!)

I will melt you, smell the aroma of a coma

I'm comin' to get you, I will help you spell!

[Chorus: Royce da 5’9” & Ingrid Smalls]

(R) You niggas can hold that (O) 'cause I am a throwback (Y)

I'm spillin' these cold raps, 'cause I am a soldier (C)

You shoulda been told that (E) 'cause I am a throwback

I'm spillin' these cold raps, you feelin' the soldier

You niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback (5)

Whoever wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps (9) you feelin' the soldier

'Cause I'mma bring it up, and give it to whoever want it

'Cause you niggas could hold that, 'cause I am a throwback

But if you wanna get it, then you can come and get it

I'm spillin' these cold raps, I am a soldier, aah, we gone

[Outro: Royce da 5’9”]

Yeah!

It's on

My name is Royce 5’9”

My nigga Ty Fyffe, we gone