Hook:
They said it’s suicide, but fuck it, we ride,
Stormin’ straight into hell with this steel by my side.
Big risk, big prize, bet it all, let it fly,
Either make history or lay down and die.
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Verse 1:
Yo, this LCVP feel like a goddamn casket,
Seasick, stomach tight, knuckles white on the ratchet.
Sarge barkin’, “Lock it in! When the ramp drops, blast it!”
But I hear that .50 spit and my thoughts turn to ashes.
God ain't here, just the smell of the brine,
Thirty seconds feel like thirty years locked in my mind.
Boys prayin’, boys pissin’, some just stare at the tide,
'Cause when that door drops, some of us ain't makin’ it live.
Boom—fuck, first row gone, red mist in the air,
Got no time to mourn, hit the surf, death everywhere.
Bullets rip through the water, see the meat get torn,
Tryna crawl through the slaughter, I was just bein’ born.
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Hook:
They said it’s suicide, but fuck it, we ride,
Stormin’ straight into hell with this steel by my side.
Big risk, big prize, bet it all, let it fly,
Either make history or lay down and die.
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Verse 2:
Sand wet with intestines, blood thick in the trenches,
Tryna breathe through the sulfur while the mortars keep pressin’.
Screamin’ orders, but the orders don’t mean shit in this mess,
Just move forward or get sorted with the rest of the dead.
Fuck cover, there ain't none, just this hill to ascend,
Just this wire, just these bunkers, just these men to defend.
Gotta crawl, gotta sprint, gotta lay down lead,
See a homie get clipped, half his face get spread.
Tryna toss a grenade, but my hands won’t work,
Tryna stand, but my legs both drag through the dirt.
Every inch that we take cost a soul that we knew,
Now I’m deep in the madness, ain't no goin’ back through.
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Hook:
They said it’s suicide, but fuck it, we ride,
Stormin’ straight into hell with this steel by my side.
Big risk, big prize, bet it all, let it fly,
Either make history or lay down and die.
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Verse 3:
Climbed the cliff, last mag, last charge in the stick,
Last breath of a man who just saw his best friend split.
No time for regrets, kicked the door off the hinge,
Threw the flame in the nest, let it burn through the sins.
Screams fade, smoke clears, see the bastards retreat,
But we ain't cheerin’, just countin’ who’s missin’ from each.
Boots caked in the gore, hand shakin’ the steel,
War ain't noble, it’s just bodies on a goddamn hill.
Yeah, we won, but who the fuck really wins in this place?
Victory’s just a word for the ones left to waste.
Light a smoke, take a sip from my flask full of death,
Then march on, ‘cause the Devil ain't even done yet.
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Hook:
They said it’s suicide, but fuck it, we ride,
Stormin’ straight into hell with this steel by my side.
Big risk, big prize, bet it all, let it fly,
Either make history or lay down and die.
