Civil Warfare
Yea
Criket Da Gift
DFR
Ruthless in this bitch
Y'all know what it is
I'm tired of fucking with y'all lame ass niggas
We ain't taking this shit no more, you hear me?
So let's get one thing straight
It's time for war, nigga
Let's get it
I keep that pole on me nigga, I ain't playing games no more
I'm sorry mama, but the streets done did a nigga wrong
Since I was young, I been a drunk, my brain ain't fully formed
Now I'm a schizo wit a cold heart, it won't get warm
I got a chopper like the army, it'll lift you up
As a kid, I gave no fucks, still don't know that I'm grown
If you're looking for that love shit, this is not your song
Man, I got demons on my shoulders, yeah, the angel's gone
I got voices in my head and I see bloody red
So I'm ready to catch a body, I ain't never scared
I'll send two shots to your body and one to your head
Execution, double nine style, shout out to the land
Yeah, I'm from where they are heartless just like Bone and them
And we ride shotty with a shotty, just like OG said
It's seven four til the world blow I'm developing
Free the Chief, Free the guys, R.I.P the dead
Free OG, Free K'Meene, Free all of the men
Y'all know that I'ma hold it down until y'all get here
Yeah, I'ma keep it pushing till we get there
DFR in this bitch, we taking over, yeah
They must've thought that it was over when they locked us up
What they ain't know is I'm a soldier and I don't give up
So fuck the police, they the ops, and fuck the government
Yeah, no more games, it's time for the revolution
I won't be silenced, I want everyone to turn this up
Go grab ya guns, it's Civil War no more oppression
We sick and tired of being locked up for no reason
Killing our kids cause of their skin, this shit's ridiculous
I'm a black American raised in Cleveland
I love my ancestors but I am not an African
Native Americans the only ones can claim this land
Be it by choice or force, all of our folks were immigrants
So please stop treatin' us like we do not belong here
And tell the cops that they the ops in case they didn't hear
We begged and pleaded, we just wanted to be treated fair
Y'all didn't listen, fuck it then
It's Civil Warfare
Criket Da Gift
DFR
Ruthless in this bitch
Y'all know what it is
I'm tired of fucking with y'all lame ass niggas
We ain't taking this shit no more, you hear me?
So let's get one thing straight
It's time for war, nigga
Let's get it
I keep that pole on me nigga, I ain't playing games no more
I'm sorry mama, but the streets done did a nigga wrong
Since I was young, I been a drunk, my brain ain't fully formed
Now I'm a schizo wit a cold heart, it won't get warm
I got a chopper like the army, it'll lift you up
As a kid, I gave no fucks, still don't know that I'm grown
If you're looking for that love shit, this is not your song
Man, I got demons on my shoulders, yeah, the angel's gone
I got voices in my head and I see bloody red
So I'm ready to catch a body, I ain't never scared
I'll send two shots to your body and one to your head
Execution, double nine style, shout out to the land
Yeah, I'm from where they are heartless just like Bone and them
And we ride shotty with a shotty, just like OG said
It's seven four til the world blow I'm developing
Free the Chief, Free the guys, R.I.P the dead
Free OG, Free K'Meene, Free all of the men
Y'all know that I'ma hold it down until y'all get here
Yeah, I'ma keep it pushing till we get there
DFR in this bitch, we taking over, yeah
They must've thought that it was over when they locked us up
What they ain't know is I'm a soldier and I don't give up
So fuck the police, they the ops, and fuck the government
Yeah, no more games, it's time for the revolution
I won't be silenced, I want everyone to turn this up
Go grab ya guns, it's Civil War no more oppression
We sick and tired of being locked up for no reason
Killing our kids cause of their skin, this shit's ridiculous
I'm a black American raised in Cleveland
I love my ancestors but I am not an African
Native Americans the only ones can claim this land
Be it by choice or force, all of our folks were immigrants
So please stop treatin' us like we do not belong here
And tell the cops that they the ops in case they didn't hear
We begged and pleaded, we just wanted to be treated fair
Y'all didn't listen, fuck it then
It's Civil Warfare
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