Lyrics:
down bad
We don't feel no more
We goin to war with ourselves
We were born into hell
We keep burning all the bridges
To be bored by ourself
We can't do
You trust me right you do
c trawler called 'John Locke'
Night access to the docks
c deal behind locked doors
Don't stop me i want more
cnd all
want static, we get active
I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"
Young man, young man, ohh
What you
trying to make sense
Why people cover up or change the color of their skin
Im tryna change the narrative, brotha are you in
Yo Check the melanin,
[Papoose:]
Ya wanna go to war lets get it then
If war bring peace im wit it then
I don't start beef i finish it
Ghetto soldiers, we militant.
he cried aloud
To protect myself from defeat
My shield's my cause, my cause is war
And from war I'll make no retreat
I dreamt I saw an angel
shoot up your Vuitton
before you can hit the broccoli
See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up,
right left
Yo left yo left yo left right left
I'm feeling crazy
I've got my mind made up
I'm in my fatigues and I'm ready for war
Hear the drummer
the lights on and quill near
Tour van, corpse paint, war moon
Make the bass wobble like a
Two man horse suit
Dork-proof, type to forge a sword
In his dorm room
don't know us
Vision eighty-eight kilos of cocaine smack-dead in your face
The street value of that is what you dream to make
Runnin' illegal
many thoughts in the back of my mind
Will I walk through life alone
Is there someone by my side
Will I make it on my own
Will I fall before I rise
Do not allow yourself to be weighed down by ego and pretense
Let go of what you fear to lose and rise up
Hey
Return of the great
Return of the man
down by my friends and my family
I can hear the rain reminding me
In the eye of the storm, You remain in control
In the middle of the war, You guard my
The son of families of millionaires is representing the masses
I thought that most people I know are broke
Taxation by representation tell me all
blem
Jab
My war dubs like a deadly Stab
Isit gonna make its its dat bad
Funeral service for funky Dee swag
Good gosh swag
How many bars can
to hold my head up
I'm holding my head high
Time to hold my head up
I'm holding my mother fucking
Bound by limits of my own mind
I'm ready for the gold mind
For the sake of the gang,
cnd the ends?
But let the constable,
Place them under arrest?
That don't make,
Sense to me,
How do you,
Run your block?
Of the Heaven at the end of the track
Whether life is good, or bad, it's just one life we have
Carpe diem, carpe diem
Mother of four, killed in a civil war,
By
Hate filled world
Let's praise for love
Make loves no wars
It's the cure for all
You achieve Eternality
She toddles to our room
She is the Joy of our
So let me start by saying we was born for greatness
Elite and the tyrants heading to face us
We're strong on the outside and nothing can phase us
But
we need no more
America was burning
And the wars
Wars
Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
Ever since we were children we’ve been wishing
I was wading in the water wit no surfboard
From the sand I hit the ocean like a turf war
Tattoos no shirt make her flirt more
Palm trees so much
Know I'm vibing to the tempo(Yea)
I slowed it down keeping It simple
Trying to make it hit like a ram though(Yea)
Diamonds dancing on me got me
Don't whisper
'Cause we're not controlled by our fears
We'll send this declaration of war
To make sure you know
We are aware you're corrupt to the core
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