War Stories (Explicit)

This s**t sound crazy

Oh

Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning

If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me

Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans it don't get boring ayy

And I made it out them trenches I got war stories ayy

We was just in the field like we playin' baseball ayy

On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball ayy

Mama mad she just want me to get a day job

With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon

In the tinted whip with a big Draco an AR

I was poppin' a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger

I know the opps was sendin' them shots but n***a your aim off

They turned me to a lil' savage n***a I blame y'all

You know I grip on this ratchet tool can get flamed off

All of my lil' n***as slide and boy you in danger

She give me top while I'm driving I'm in a ranger

Most of these b***hes be actin' they showing fake love

Shut up n***a listen I paint vivid pictures

N***as looking at me different I can feel attention

We was like fifteen totin' blicks and gettin' suspended

Way too focused on gettin' this money b***h I'm out here gettin' it

Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning

If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me

Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans it don't get boring ayy

And I made it out them trenches I got war stories ayy

We was just in the field like we playin' baseball ayy

On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball ayy

Mama mad she just want me to get a day job

With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon

Stick on me no eight ball

These f**k n***as they play hard

Not had to work a day job

I don't see n***as like Ray Charles

I was um kicked out of school

Young n***a clutchin' on the tools

But I ain't have a clue to know what to do

B***h I go to school

And I'm seventeen and I'm feeling used

Hurt my f**king heart I put you on the news

Before I self destruct b***h I'ma bust one of these tools

I been scarred my whole d**n life b***h you can probably see the proof

Now I got back on my s**t I had a lot of s**t to prove yeah

Load up the clip put one in the head I had to show how we livin'

It ain't my fault we from the hood so we was raised around killin'

My heart been broken for a minute ain't no need for the healin'

Zeze he really in these streets he find this street s**t appealing

Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning

If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me

Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans it don't get boring ayy

And I made it out them trenches I got war stories ayy

We was just in the field like we playin' baseball ayy

On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball ayy

Mama mad she just want me to get a day job

With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon