War 4 You (Karma)
I'd go to war for you
Make It big take care of my kid that's what I was born to do
They'll backdoor if you let them I'm just warning you
Keep my next move to myself won't tell what I'm going to do
Do the devil be haunting you?
Yeah the nigga be on me to and these niggas be telling lies bout what they gone do
Got to stay on my shit like flies I had to make It do
And them guns don't make you hard what about your revenue
That aint bad luck, that's Karma catching you
Lets go to war devil on my shoulder like overalls
Nigga had to work at the corner store and now I'm getting money want plenty more
Nigga we up better check the score
Nigga you sleep I just heard you snore, I gotta make It happen likes its my chore
Goals on my wall like a decor, I really don't like to conversate I just do It
I carry my own weight don't need to pay a shooter
Looked the devil in his face and
I aint maneauver at the bag early probably wake the roosters
I be with scammers and boosters don't want to hear no rumors
I'm deep in her guts tumors that kitty got ran Pumas
bitch I'm the man super ya niggas a fan its humor
I blow gas like a fan polluter, theses niggas be standing computers
Im with the same gang It won't change we don't take recruiters
Take that chop let It bang and let It take ya to him
Ya mans gone make It to him
Ya brother gone make It to him
Ya Moma gone make It to him
Ya sister gone make It to him Im sorry to break It to em
But I had to take It to em
If I don't then Ray gone do It and if he don't then Zay gone do It
One, two go to war for you
Three, four better check the back door
Five, six never leave your stick
Seven, eight, nine how many times he got hit
I'd go to war for you
Make It big take care of my kid that's what I was born to do
They'll backdoor if you let them I'm just warning you
Keep my next move to myself won't tell what I'm going to do
Do the devil be haunting you?
Yeah the nigga be on me to and these niggas be telling lies bout what they gone do
Got to stay on my shit like flies I had to make It do
And them guns don't make you hard what about your revenue
That aint bad luck, that's Karma catching you
Make It big take care of my kid that's what I was born to do
They'll backdoor if you let them I'm just warning you
Keep my next move to myself won't tell what I'm going to do
Do the devil be haunting you?
Yeah the nigga be on me to and these niggas be telling lies bout what they gone do
Got to stay on my shit like flies I had to make It do
And them guns don't make you hard what about your revenue
That aint bad luck, that's Karma catching you
Lets go to war devil on my shoulder like overalls
Nigga had to work at the corner store and now I'm getting money want plenty more
Nigga we up better check the score
Nigga you sleep I just heard you snore, I gotta make It happen likes its my chore
Goals on my wall like a decor, I really don't like to conversate I just do It
I carry my own weight don't need to pay a shooter
Looked the devil in his face and
I aint maneauver at the bag early probably wake the roosters
I be with scammers and boosters don't want to hear no rumors
I'm deep in her guts tumors that kitty got ran Pumas
bitch I'm the man super ya niggas a fan its humor
I blow gas like a fan polluter, theses niggas be standing computers
Im with the same gang It won't change we don't take recruiters
Take that chop let It bang and let It take ya to him
Ya mans gone make It to him
Ya brother gone make It to him
Ya Moma gone make It to him
Ya sister gone make It to him Im sorry to break It to em
But I had to take It to em
If I don't then Ray gone do It and if he don't then Zay gone do It
One, two go to war for you
Three, four better check the back door
Five, six never leave your stick
Seven, eight, nine how many times he got hit
I'd go to war for you
Make It big take care of my kid that's what I was born to do
They'll backdoor if you let them I'm just warning you
Keep my next move to myself won't tell what I'm going to do
Do the devil be haunting you?
Yeah the nigga be on me to and these niggas be telling lies bout what they gone do
Got to stay on my shit like flies I had to make It do
And them guns don't make you hard what about your revenue
That aint bad luck, that's Karma catching you
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Writer(s): Deonte Taylor
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