World War
I just pray I see a mil before the coffin
Where I'm from they bang red but I had to get them blues like I'm from Slauson
All these demons on my body shake em off
I'm sick & tired Im exhausted
But I ain't asking time off
In my hood
I see murder
Bullets flying niggas dying
Like world war
Whole lot of niggas riding around trying to hurt sum
Cuz where I'm from if you love your brother you got to murk for him
Cant keep this pain all to myself
I sip this drink like it will help
I done threw away my heart because of the last thing that it felt
These niggas talk be cheap
I bet if a nigga up that heat they gone melt
My city made me who I am because I couldn't survive as nobody else
Bitch think I'm ugly don't mean jack
She gone fuck me cuz I'm rapping
They say you was just the quiet kid In school nigga what happened
I had been seen my big brothers & cousins out there In action
But I had to get this for myself nobody couldn't tell me I couldn't have It
They ain't heard me In no action but I'll do a nigga tragic
I started rapping about shit they started thinking that I'm passive
But let a fuck nigga fuck around with me I guarantee I'll blast him
I was solo In this shit when I was down bad on my ass
I done hurt down to my core sometimes I cry when I get mad
I might not be the first to go but I wont never finish last
I told them folks I ain't no street nigga just a nigga who wants some cash
I just pray I see a mil before the coffin
Where I'm from they bang red but I had to get them blues like I'm from Slauson
All these demons on my body shake em off
I'm sick & tired I'm exhausted
But I ain't taking time off
In my hood I see murder
Bullets flying Niggas dying
Like world war
Whole lot of niggas riding around trying to hurt something
Cuz where I'm from If you love your brother you got to murk for them
Where I'm from they bang red but I had to get them blues like I'm from Slauson
All these demons on my body shake em off
I'm sick & tired Im exhausted
But I ain't asking time off
In my hood
I see murder
Bullets flying niggas dying
Like world war
Whole lot of niggas riding around trying to hurt sum
Cuz where I'm from if you love your brother you got to murk for him
Cant keep this pain all to myself
I sip this drink like it will help
I done threw away my heart because of the last thing that it felt
These niggas talk be cheap
I bet if a nigga up that heat they gone melt
My city made me who I am because I couldn't survive as nobody else
Bitch think I'm ugly don't mean jack
She gone fuck me cuz I'm rapping
They say you was just the quiet kid In school nigga what happened
I had been seen my big brothers & cousins out there In action
But I had to get this for myself nobody couldn't tell me I couldn't have It
They ain't heard me In no action but I'll do a nigga tragic
I started rapping about shit they started thinking that I'm passive
But let a fuck nigga fuck around with me I guarantee I'll blast him
I was solo In this shit when I was down bad on my ass
I done hurt down to my core sometimes I cry when I get mad
I might not be the first to go but I wont never finish last
I told them folks I ain't no street nigga just a nigga who wants some cash
I just pray I see a mil before the coffin
Where I'm from they bang red but I had to get them blues like I'm from Slauson
All these demons on my body shake em off
I'm sick & tired I'm exhausted
But I ain't taking time off
In my hood I see murder
Bullets flying Niggas dying
Like world war
Whole lot of niggas riding around trying to hurt something
Cuz where I'm from If you love your brother you got to murk for them
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Writer(s): Jeremiah Oliver
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