"War Wounds" lyrics
Uh, say you want make the rules, break the rules
Ooh, (Shaking, shaking my head man)
Mm-hmm (Lookin' up to these old heads)
Change the rules and all
I got war wounds, war wounds, war wounds
On my hands and on my face and in my heart
Say you want make the rules, break the rules
Change the rules and all
Yeah, ooh
Keep it going
I was lookin' up to some bitch niggas in 2009
I done spoke on robbers getting exposed, 2025
Nana taught me grind, jumped off the porch, boy, I been outside
My mama bright, earned my melanin inside the summertime
My grandma say I'm handsome, the judge he wanna sentence me
I got a set of keys in Georgia, Florida, Vegas, Tennessee
Natural thick shit inside my bed eating Jimmy Dean
Baby, I got dope inside the Jeep jus' like a Flenory
Pause that
Long live my nigga Flip, wish I could bring my dog back
Bitch, if you can't play the role you're sold, then you should fall back
Stop all of that hiding, come outside get your dog whacked
Man, these niggas all cap, these bitches always lyin'
And rats ain't real, shittin' all the time
Manipulation on the mind
I wish my uncle took his own advice
When he told me get the money, keep a low profile
I wish I knew then what I know now
War wounds, war wounds, war wounds (All these motherfuckin' war wounds)
On my hands and on my face and in my heart (All these motherfuckin' war wounds)
Say you want make the rules, break the rules
Change the rules and all
War wounds, war wounds, war wounds
On my hands and on my face and in my heart
Say you want make the rules, break the rules
Change the rules and all
Heart still so cold
I looked into his eyes, I seen a little hope
And then he cracked a smile, he still got his pride
Keep doin' what you're doin', hold us real niggas down
No matter what you do, don't let us real niggas down
No, nigga, don't do it
Don't you let 'em down
Don't you let 'em down
Don't you let 'em down
No, nigga, don't do it
Don't do it
Don't do it
I swear to God, I got it
But fuck it
Free the mob, nigga
No, nigga, don't do it
Ayy, man, another thing, man, to cut this whole social network ass shit off, right?
A lot of you niggas big homies don't check y'all pussy ass when y'all do this whole
Fellating ass shit that y'all be doin' on the social network because guess what?
They fuck niggas, hahaha
Ooh, (Shaking, shaking my head man)
Mm-hmm (Lookin' up to these old heads)
Change the rules and all
I got war wounds, war wounds, war wounds
On my hands and on my face and in my heart
Say you want make the rules, break the rules
Change the rules and all
Yeah, ooh
Keep it going
I was lookin' up to some bitch niggas in 2009
I done spoke on robbers getting exposed, 2025
Nana taught me grind, jumped off the porch, boy, I been outside
My mama bright, earned my melanin inside the summertime
My grandma say I'm handsome, the judge he wanna sentence me
I got a set of keys in Georgia, Florida, Vegas, Tennessee
Natural thick shit inside my bed eating Jimmy Dean
Baby, I got dope inside the Jeep jus' like a Flenory
Pause that
Long live my nigga Flip, wish I could bring my dog back
Bitch, if you can't play the role you're sold, then you should fall back
Stop all of that hiding, come outside get your dog whacked
Man, these niggas all cap, these bitches always lyin'
And rats ain't real, shittin' all the time
Manipulation on the mind
I wish my uncle took his own advice
When he told me get the money, keep a low profile
I wish I knew then what I know now
War wounds, war wounds, war wounds (All these motherfuckin' war wounds)
On my hands and on my face and in my heart (All these motherfuckin' war wounds)
Say you want make the rules, break the rules
Change the rules and all
War wounds, war wounds, war wounds
On my hands and on my face and in my heart
Say you want make the rules, break the rules
Change the rules and all
Heart still so cold
I looked into his eyes, I seen a little hope
And then he cracked a smile, he still got his pride
Keep doin' what you're doin', hold us real niggas down
No matter what you do, don't let us real niggas down
No, nigga, don't do it
Don't you let 'em down
Don't you let 'em down
Don't you let 'em down
No, nigga, don't do it
Don't do it
Don't do it
I swear to God, I got it
But fuck it
Free the mob, nigga
No, nigga, don't do it
Ayy, man, another thing, man, to cut this whole social network ass shit off, right?
A lot of you niggas big homies don't check y'all pussy ass when y'all do this whole
Fellating ass shit that y'all be doin' on the social network because guess what?
They fuck niggas, hahaha
