WHO DECIDES WAR

WHO DECIDES WAR (Explicit) - Meek Mill

Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Shaun Cooper/Andrew Decena/Naiem Parker

Composed by：Robert Williams/Shaun Cooper/Andrew Decena/Naiem Parker

You heatin' up Lavish

I was like sixteen when I got my hand

On my chopper they killed my father

So it's war like Israel versus Gaza

Be hard to swallow

When it's bodies on the pages you follow

Seeing war like every day

That f*** gonna make me a monster

I be like who decides war

This is where niggas get murdered

Just from walkin' to the store

You ever really lose a homie

You gotta walk into the morgue

And still be strong with

His mother while

She fallin' on the floor

Knowin' damn well you wanna

Fall out with her

But it's war

Out in Haiti they kill

Ladies and the babies

What it's for

If they show it on the news

They say it's gangs

Tell us more

Tell us why if our people goin'

Crazy tryna die

Make it out the hood

Then go to the army

Need nine lives

Only got like four left

They tried to kill me five times

They gonna laugh if you fail

But if you win it's high fives

And you wonder why I be lookin'

All funny with the side eye

I'm like who decides war

I'm at war with myself

In the mirror like

Are you sure

Selling raw I was takin'

A risk for a Roc Velour

And some brand new forces

It's crazy they locked my door

I'm at war with the system now

'Cause I wanted some clothes

I'm at war with these people now

'Cause I wanted the Rolls

'Cause I wanted my family out the hood

Where they suppose

I want war with everybody that

Say I supposed had to owed

I'm like who decides war

Thinkin' to myself like

Who decide to give

The shooter a bomb

Crush a buildin'

Kill a whole family

Like a group of five

Go back to your family like you good

And then you lose your mind

Who decide

When you all alone

Who decides war

And it's you and God

And you the one gettin' scrutinized

Youngin' sixteen

Ain't even get to do a prom

They buried him in a Dickie

He was scared to wear a suit and tie

Jail cells graveyard

This f*** always do or die

I told my dawg chase his dreams

He like who am I

I seen them yurkies share

The dreams between you and I

All that depression

He didn't even mean

To commit suicide

Who decide who gonna make it out

Or who should die

See a good nigga go broke

And then lose his mind

For trying to have too much

Remorse about who's alive

Who decides war