World War 3

All them guns is posted up in the crib but he won't post it
On folksnem grave I think about pussy all day man I can't focus
Baby we the chosen can't Complain about I chose it
All them guns is posted up in the crib but he won't post it
On folksnem grave I think about pussy all day man I can't focus
Baby we the chosen can't Complain about I chose it
Pray for my demons they need it the most
Might sip lean in the throne as I lean in my throne
So you see the ode shit we on
To You she a dream girl to show
To me I'll bone once then leave at her home
She came caught the Holy Ghost god thought we speaking in code
Nightmares of seeing my dreams seeming close
My girl was just screaming and fiending for more
That lifestyle is what I'm Leaning towards
When the love is gone so you gotta pretend
Just Tryna bottle it in got my people on the bottle again
Put asterisks for a lot of our sins
All them guns is posted up in the crib but he won't post it
On folksnem grave I think about pussy all day man I can't focus
Baby we the chosen can't Complain about I chose it
All them guns is posted up in the crib but he won't post it
On folksnem grave I think about pussy all day man I can't focus
Baby we the chosen can't Complain about I
Everyday an episode of stranger things
Told her everything and she ain't say a thing
I hope that we remain the same
She said loved you after we fucked
Please dont hate the player man blame the game
These dollar bills will never pass Judgement
Stumbled into her by accident now she my crash dummy

One day I'll pay for my sins for now just put it on my tab for me
And Everything electronic mama you can't get no cash from me
My dawg be Paranoid any sudden movements made
He's ready to blast for me
I Told him there's kids in the crib
Get a grip man you gotta relax homie
My guardian angel is probably impressed
Looking down keeping Tabs on me
Why we linking not to fuck girl you know that's childish
Dressing up the truth with the lies baby you a stylist
Really known for hooping treat the rap game like a side chick
But she's my chick I'm holding hostage
Will never take the credit look what god did
The passing of the torch og lobbed it
Her Pussy so good I feel for the niggas who never gon try it
She so hood she still at peace having sex with all these sirens
There's about 10 million copies of me out there I'm diamond
Real ones dying
I might be dead to you but in ya head I'm surviving
God was in his bag making this one it's obvious
Man it's