War (feat. Bleeze YF)

Pounds in the closet, money we kept it separate
Straps everywhere for protection, shit
Aint no exit this a one way, been with the gun play
Bitch told me leave the streets, I told her ass one day
Im on a mean run nigga check the stamina
Never see me flexin' for the camera
Hollows hit your body they'll damage you, I'll blam at you
Show up at your day job poppin' off bombing on your manager
I dont talk a lot but never duck confrontation
From fist fights to a man to man conversation
Business is business, understand the shit that come with it
Cant be acting off emotions dont get caught in your feelings
Catch one up in your dome before you finish your sentence
Aint got shit now but some RIP mentions
Hoodies and shirts, survival meant we doing some dirt
9 To 5 aint gon' work, lost faith in the church

Nigga who want war with us
Nigga who want war with us
Nigga who want war with us

Ooooh most nights I can't sleep
I lay down and close my eyes and feel like a nigga layin' 6 feet deep
But you know I gotta flex cause this shit ain't for the weak
Ima be here for forever, y'all gon be here for the week
And now they tryna ride my wave, ain't that about a beach
See an apple ain't a orange, and a pear ain't a peach
Don't compare them to me, them niggas weirdos to me
When shit get outta pocket, that's just like a scramble to me
Ding dong, we'll ring your bell to address you
And we'll size a nigga up like a dress suit
Never slackin' nigga, hope you brought some backup with you
Ain't playing with you like a action figure
Ok who want war with us, you phony boy I'll call your bluff
Heard them boys was talkin' tough, 1-800-Call Me Up
Y'all niggas should chalk it up, back to the drawing board
Hail Mary let it fly call the Lord, yeah

Nigga who want war with us
Nigga who want war with us
Nigga who want war with us



Credits
Writer(s): Tre Wortham
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