"War" lyrics
SB, SB, SB, SB
Right now, I'm not supposed to put that much into that motherfucker
I'm not gon' lie
SB, SB, SB
Yeahhhh
I'll never ever sin again
Realer than I ever been
No, no, no
Right now this feeling that I never get
I'll never be they friend again
Now I'm feeling realer than I ever did
So I can't even tell you what them niggas did, nawww
So I won't even tell you what them niggas did, nawwww
It's all business
This is business
Yeah I get it then
I ain't trippin'
Shawty getting his life back on track
Pulled so many knives out my back, still intact
I can't even lie, that's why I act how I act
Got the city on my shoulders
And family on my back
Got you, got us, etcetera, okay
Practically I own the top floor
You could smell the dope whenever I walk out my door
Probably buy a wedding ring but I won't talk 'bout my hoe
Family's everything but I just won't talk 'bout my folks
Know you seen it rain, but did you feel the snow
I survived the pain (pain)
I survived the cold (cold)
I survived the war (I survived the war)
Know you seen the game (game)
But did you see the score (score)
I'm up a couple things but keep it on the low
I ain't trying to supply the war (nigga what)
I'm just trying to survive the war (fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga)
Dawg, he throw back one of them thangs
Now he's in his zone
He empty out his bank account to get a couple niggas gone
He ain't tryna fight no more
Naw, I ain't tryna fight no more (stupid ass nigga)
I done had enough, I know what's going on
And I'll be here a long damn time till I'm gone
I ain't trying
I survived the war
I ain't lying
I survived the war
I ain't tired
Made a million dollars on my own, it's a blessing
They gon' be so mad when a young nigga pop out with the rest of it
Nigga think they big and bad till I pop out with the wrestlers
PG got that mhm, take off just like Tesla
Button the back of my mhm
Boy, why you swolling your chest up
In the laboratory like Dexter, I'm coming to catch you
I'm a dog, man I'm a dog
Without the fetching
I'm a dog, man my dog died
Like my pet
That Maserati got hog tied
It's in the back
I own that bitch, it's all mine
The slip to match
Okay the new whip is the foreign kind
Put the Chrome Hearts on the front, now it got frog eyes
Sipped a half pint with blow
Me and my dawg tired
200K slot of cake but that's for mom house
They took it all out
Damn
Right
Is it mine or yours?
Is it?
SB SB SB
These are Freakhill Tapes Volume 1
Right now, I'm not supposed to put that much into that motherfucker
I'm not gon' lie
SB, SB, SB
Yeahhhh
I'll never ever sin again
Realer than I ever been
No, no, no
Right now this feeling that I never get
I'll never be they friend again
Now I'm feeling realer than I ever did
So I can't even tell you what them niggas did, nawww
So I won't even tell you what them niggas did, nawwww
It's all business
This is business
Yeah I get it then
I ain't trippin'
Shawty getting his life back on track
Pulled so many knives out my back, still intact
I can't even lie, that's why I act how I act
Got the city on my shoulders
And family on my back
Got you, got us, etcetera, okay
Practically I own the top floor
You could smell the dope whenever I walk out my door
Probably buy a wedding ring but I won't talk 'bout my hoe
Family's everything but I just won't talk 'bout my folks
Know you seen it rain, but did you feel the snow
I survived the pain (pain)
I survived the cold (cold)
I survived the war (I survived the war)
Know you seen the game (game)
But did you see the score (score)
I'm up a couple things but keep it on the low
I ain't trying to supply the war (nigga what)
I'm just trying to survive the war (fuck is you talkin' 'bout, nigga)
Dawg, he throw back one of them thangs
Now he's in his zone
He empty out his bank account to get a couple niggas gone
He ain't tryna fight no more
Naw, I ain't tryna fight no more (stupid ass nigga)
I done had enough, I know what's going on
And I'll be here a long damn time till I'm gone
I ain't trying
I survived the war
I ain't lying
I survived the war
I ain't tired
Made a million dollars on my own, it's a blessing
They gon' be so mad when a young nigga pop out with the rest of it
Nigga think they big and bad till I pop out with the wrestlers
PG got that mhm, take off just like Tesla
Button the back of my mhm
Boy, why you swolling your chest up
In the laboratory like Dexter, I'm coming to catch you
I'm a dog, man I'm a dog
Without the fetching
I'm a dog, man my dog died
Like my pet
That Maserati got hog tied
It's in the back
I own that bitch, it's all mine
The slip to match
Okay the new whip is the foreign kind
Put the Chrome Hearts on the front, now it got frog eyes
Sipped a half pint with blow
Me and my dawg tired
200K slot of cake but that's for mom house
They took it all out
Damn
Right
Is it mine or yours?
Is it?
SB SB SB
These are Freakhill Tapes Volume 1
