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They praise soldiers
But why not me
I'm at war everyday
But who's proud of me
It's not my fault
It's this fucked up world
I got tired
Of the hate

lose weight, look like Hydroxycut
Top side, peer outside before I had the cut
Huh, knock a nigga out, then knock his mama up
She out of luck, if I get

The sunshine is coming back out now
It's getting lighter outside by the second
I see the camp in the distance
Praying to god that I'll make it there safely

Ever know about
Doing all nighters
This machine
Will get classed as a sub
What is the chances
Of us to to get
Spun by
Claim
Your onto the s
Ya liar
Left

from 
If shorty bumped down 
Then that mean she a hard bum

If dummy my round then that mean He gonna spark drums 

Move by the pounds and sell by

of sand
Discipline holds with the knowledge of the soul
In war it's blindness till the end of my foe
If I cross the threshold, there's no need for

no pain uh, I know this shit get crazy
Bro outside and he tucking that flame no bap he keeping that bitch daily
She ask me if im in love, I told her

taught by cuss
Ain't have nothing to offer she ain't want much
I rip it then I spin the block like Beyblade
Cancel my flight and stayed another eight days

that shit

We got toasters in the whip
I got fiends at the door
I be trapping like a bitch
I got workers by the store
They be packing thirty clips

of that negativity to birth
First of my kind, I ain't second or third
So many people say that I'm absurd
Always knew that one day I'd be heard by the masses

Fever's in the city 

The wind she cries 
c bell is ringing 
Stood outside 
I could hear the sound 
Keep away 
Before we know 
Before we will know 

Fever's

track about an anime character
Cry some more
Listen, tell Zeke meet me outside
Tell Floch shut your mouth
I want cLL the smoke!
心臓を捧げよ! (Dedicate your

the whip appeal
Coercing you to walk to the beat of a different drum
Cause there's a War goin' on outside no man is safe from

Chorus x2

It's What I've

no that would take too long
How about twenty fucking thugs sent by Al Capone
So that's forty Tommy guns with a bullet cyclone
It very obvious that your

this void
It's all just the same
It's all just the same

It's all just the same black
Outside of this space craft
Only clocks that can tell you a day's

really go outside
I don't do the things that I like 'cause I can't win no more
Life changes by seasons, this is my season, yeah
Winner gets everything,

a war of words you'll end up at Robert Wood
Got my pen game good
With the wordplay, metaphors but sing like Sinatra could
From Camden to Hoboken I'm

is true for you to but you probably object

Overruled by the stress of Santa's egg laying bunnies and white Jesus yeah that's a threat
I'm guessing I'm

(Confusin' the life outta me)
Closin' your eyes, man, who do you see?
Is it your ex? (Mm) By chance, bae, could it be me?
Phonin' me up when you're fallin'

found
Two thousand and twenty (Gunshot)
Type of shit that go down
So just shut up and dribble
Don't complain
Not a little
There's a war going on outside

Fund the one
And I'm here to stay yeah-yow

That's right
Catch me in a ride outside
Yeah my life is real life
You're joking about, that's right

that we're grown let's get to pretending
Have a day so lit that the shit's never ending

Step outside in only the best trouser
Type of guys to rock

I swear its a war
I cant go outside 
Im too scared 
Gotta stick right to my bible 
I will never keep quiet 
When im on the mic 
I dont even gotta run

taken just by going outside
(James Lee Alexander, Pamela Turner, Sean Bell, Bobby Russ, Torrey Robinson)
You know we can not run away no there's nowhere