Soldier of the Street
A
Ardian Kadriu
male vocals
rap
Hard-hitting boom-bap with gritty modern trap edge
male vocals. Punchy kick and snappy snare lock with a rolling sub bass
eerie synth stabs
and chopped vocal hits. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with doubled lines on key punches; hook explodes with gang-style chants and big crowd claps. Short breakdown before final chorus for a last energy lift.
Créé le janv. 24, 2026
Paroles
[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
(ay, ay)
[Verse 1]
Came up where the sirens sing
Hand-me-down shoes, same old swing
Grandma prayin’ in the kitchen light
I was learnin’ how to duck, how to stay upright
Paper plates, big dreams on ‘em
Whole block talk tough, I just walked through ‘em
Heart on my sleeve, but my jaw like steel
Turned every little cut to a scar that healed
[Chorus]
I’m a soldier of the street, I don’t break, I don’t fold
Got my story in my veins, every bruise, every cold
Yeah, I marched through the pain, turned the dirt into gold
I’m a soldier of the street
I’m a soldier of the street (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Used to count coins in a plastic cup
Now I count wins when I’m wakin’ up
Had to lose some friends just to find my route
If you wasn’t in the storm, don’t enjoy my drought
Mama said, “Boy, keep your head on straight”
So I turned every L to a new upgrade
I don’t chase hype, I just chase my seat
At the table where they said I would never eat
[Chorus]
I’m a soldier of the street, I don’t break, I don’t fold
Got my story in my veins, every bruise, every cold
Yeah, I marched through the pain, turned the dirt into gold
I’m a soldier of the street
I’m a soldier of the street
[Bridge]
Hands up for the ones still climbing (woah)
For the ones still grindin’ in silence
If they doubt you, let ‘em watch, let ‘em see
How a kid from the block wrote his own legacy
[Chorus]
I’m a soldier of the street, I don’t break, I don’t fold
Got my story in my veins, every bruise, every cold
Yeah, I marched through the pain, turned the dirt into gold
I’m a soldier of the street
I’m a soldier of the street (soldier, soldier)
I’m a soldier of the street
Yeah
Uh
(ay, ay)
[Verse 1]
Came up where the sirens sing
Hand-me-down shoes, same old swing
Grandma prayin’ in the kitchen light
I was learnin’ how to duck, how to stay upright
Paper plates, big dreams on ‘em
Whole block talk tough, I just walked through ‘em
Heart on my sleeve, but my jaw like steel
Turned every little cut to a scar that healed
[Chorus]
I’m a soldier of the street, I don’t break, I don’t fold
Got my story in my veins, every bruise, every cold
Yeah, I marched through the pain, turned the dirt into gold
I’m a soldier of the street
I’m a soldier of the street (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Used to count coins in a plastic cup
Now I count wins when I’m wakin’ up
Had to lose some friends just to find my route
If you wasn’t in the storm, don’t enjoy my drought
Mama said, “Boy, keep your head on straight”
So I turned every L to a new upgrade
I don’t chase hype, I just chase my seat
At the table where they said I would never eat
[Chorus]
I’m a soldier of the street, I don’t break, I don’t fold
Got my story in my veins, every bruise, every cold
Yeah, I marched through the pain, turned the dirt into gold
I’m a soldier of the street
I’m a soldier of the street
[Bridge]
Hands up for the ones still climbing (woah)
For the ones still grindin’ in silence
If they doubt you, let ‘em watch, let ‘em see
How a kid from the block wrote his own legacy
[Chorus]
I’m a soldier of the street, I don’t break, I don’t fold
Got my story in my veins, every bruise, every cold
Yeah, I marched through the pain, turned the dirt into gold
I’m a soldier of the street
I’m a soldier of the street (soldier, soldier)
I’m a soldier of the street