(Andyr)
I’m from that warzone
Oh-oh, oh, I made a promise to myself, I’ma represent the trenches ’til we all on (All on)
Oh-oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons, we gon’ keep on spinnin’, spinnin’ ’til they all gone (All gone)
Oh-oh, oh, why
Been caught up in my feelings, you ain’t here, it be f#cking with my hormones (Hormones)
Oh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (Oh, oh)
My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand new big ol’ .40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the f#ck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?
How the f#ck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin’
Wrote this sh#t in blood, big ol’ Bs, b#tch, what’s brackin’?
Brackin’, pull up in that—, make you vanish
Body-ody (Boom), they keep mentionin’ my name like I won’t put ’em in the grave, oh my (Oh my)
They gon’ make me catch a body-ody
I spent fifty on this chain, just to hide all of my pain, oh why? (I got VVS all around my body)
I be preachin’ to they souls, give ’em somethin’ to relate
I ain’t recognize my brother, seen that hate all in his face
He went and jeopardized my loyalty, I turned that sh#t to hate
I know a n#gg# who pop Perc’s just to get by through the day
I’m from that warzone, uh
I seen a n#gg# lose his life, it was external bleeding
Uh-uh, I’m from that warzone
Uh, I’ve seen this sh#t with my own eyes, I can’t even make believe it
Intoxicatin’ my body, I don’t really need it (Need it)
Bought my lil’ brother a Moncler, you should’ve seen him cheesin’ (Cheesin’)
My mama told me stay away from that corner, but I ain’t listen
He caught a headshot from that Glock, ain’t find a witness (Boom, boom)
I’m from that warzone
Oh-oh, oh, I made a promise to myself, I’ma represent the trenches ’til we all on (All on)
Oh-oh, oh, I made a promise to my demons, we gon’ keep on spinnin’, spinnin’ ’til they all gone (All gone)
Oh-oh, oh, why
Been caught up in my feelings, you ain’t here, it be f#cking with my hormones (Hormones)
Oh-oh, oh, I, oh, I (Oh, oh)
My diamonds ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand new big ol’ .40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the f#ck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?
How the f#ck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin’
Wrote this sh#t in blood, big ol’ Bs, b#tch, what’s brackin’?
Brackin’, pull up in that—, make you vanish
Look, shoot like Curry, holdin’ steady, yeah
Turned around after my shot, like I already know it’s wetty
I told lil’ bro, “Keep one up top,” he like, “I know already”
Way more money than my opps so that sh#t gives me leverage
Okay, I’m deady but I’m ready, sorry if I’m heavy
Me and my n#gg#s stickin’ together like Ed, Edd n Eddy
All I do is pass this to my left side like I’m a leftie
I’m tryna f#ck you and your friends, I hope you don’t regret it
She’s takin’ off my Tommies, huh?
f#ckin’ on your baby mommy, keep the Tommy with me
Bullet make your head bob, huh?
Put you right up on that T-shirt, ain’t no politickin’
I love all my bros, free my savages until it’s backwards
I can’t be lackin’, I’m reactin’ before your reaction
I could’ve black smoked that n#gg# but I don’t do backstabbin’
If he turn into a snake, wait ’til he eat the rat, look
Desert Eagle show that n#gg# how to f#ckin’ backflip
I’m anemic, I keep heat on me for cold reactions
In the sky but just in case it ain’t no way to clap him
It’s a warzone back home, I swear
Ring around the rosie, cup full of codeine
Brand new big ol’ .40, put it to his dome piece
Ashes, ashes, turn that boy to ashes
If I run out of bullets, take the clip out, then I smack him
How the f#ck I ran out of bullets, but you still up in that casket?
How the f#ck is you my opp? I never seen you, boy, you chattin’
Wrote this sh#t in blood, big ol’ Bs, b#tch, what’s brackin’?
Brackin’, pull up in that—, make you vanish
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