WAR

It's somebody talking about God, its somebody talking about hoes
And its somebody talking about money
Its always like that no matter how far you go down
You're gonna get those Three things hoes, God and money
In that order

Aye ok ok mhmm ok
Aye ok ok
If love is a war then the biggest of budgets would win it
So I promise her nothing specific
Hard to stay true and political
Maybe the problems a lil more physical
Considered facts that love is just chemicals
Im the rare case of a student with principles
We was just hangin from trees, they labeled us fruit
Now we got the juice
I don't take nothing as fact but go tell yo lil story
We'll see if its true
I don't trust niggas behind me they slimey
I only spend money on coupes
If the bitch crying she probably lying
These hoes as solid as soup
Last nigga played got lucky, I seen his kid hungry
I'm letting that go
Back to my city we stacking the cheese like Philly
But it ain't no brotherly love
I know a nigga that died for a zip and the trip is
He filled the pack half way with shrubs
Bet five thousand, leave any whip at they housing
Come back to nothing but lugs
Grew up in ignorance Ian even know we was broke
Till we started renting rooms out the crib
Aye aye ok
Back to my city we stacking the cheese like Philly
But it ain't no brotherly love
Not a romantic love is story of swords and cannons
Lot of you niggas aint seeing the picture most of you bitches
Ain't keeping it candid
Aww yeah yeah

Yeah

Revolution or it's Revelations
Finally Free or stuck in depravation
I don't know, answer complicated
Guess it's really just perspective aint it
True indeed
Open up all 3 of them eyes and you gonna see
Your mind is a garden
Them thoughts is like seeds
You Plant the right shit then you bound to succeed
These niggas fighting for shine like a forrest of trees
Yeah
Programmed with jealous hatred and greed
Never once thought a soul was lesser than me
Just different circumstances
Different outcomes
I swear it ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Stop praying for a hand out go shake some
Just the way the ville' raised me from day one
Keep your mind on your aspirations
Never lose touch with your inner vibrations
Empathize with a nigga fore' you think about hatin'
Sick and tired the media keep feedin' us satan
Yeah yeah
Media keep feedin' us satan At times I'm anxious
But my Gods the greatest
Never tripped bout the journey All it took was patience's
Yeah
And I've been high, I've been low
Felt my soul was right there on the floor
When you feeling like that Nigga Up the only way to go
Yeah
Up the only way to Go
Up the only way to Go

When you get tired enough
You'll evolve I promise but you gotta-you gotta go all the way through it
You know gotta get ya weave snatched out a couple more times
You gotta -you gotta keep going get through it, you'll evolve...