War Time E

Yeah. One time, you feel Trust. Get money in them streets, you what mean? So you keep them Things local, you know what I'm saying? 'Cause this shit pops off anytime. Real shit. You feel me? Look. Uh, you see them streets, they turned me cold As fuck. Sixteen, they had me sliding with my Toes tucked. They killed my dargs and locked my Homies up. I'll be a savage 'til they throw Me in that casket and they close it shut. Shit just ain't the same, nigga. All I know is pain, nigga. When it come to paper, I'll be trapping in That rain, sun, sleet or snow. Remember nights when I was sleeping with my pole 'cause I heard that they was scheming on my Home. Must be dreaming if you're thinking I'ma go. I'll be standing right there, ten toes in a Pair of Nikes. I'm too grimy for them red bottoms. My shoes, they really had that red on 'em. I now feel niggas if I'm dead honest. Shit has got me feeling homicidal. Mum scared, she reaching for that Bible. Fuck that MAC-10, I want that rifle with a Hundred shot drum. Don't get caught up in that Cycle. Broad day shit, I ain't waiting for no Nightfall. Who am I? Mr. Do or Die. If I get jammed, I'ma do the time. Way before I rat, I'd rather do it twice. Uh, the D's'll tell you that my lips were Sealed. Tiny Boost, I'm in this shit for real. Uh, I love my niggas that I'm down to Go to war for. It's fuck them niggas that I'm down to go To war with. There's four niggas, Four straps in that four-door, and we ain't stopping Even if them niggas forfeit. I'm hearing rumors that these niggas wan' be Shooters, and they really wan' ride on me. They wan' ride on me. I'm moving different, gotta switch up my positions. If they get me, tell my mama, "Don't cry For me." For me. I see death around the corner like Pac. I'm home alone while I talk to my gat. Like, where the fuck these niggas at? They bang on us, then we go bang on Them back. I make salah, make du'a then khalas. Lord, forgive me for my sins. Boil up that pot, then let it swim. Let that shit turn to rock and get the Cling. Get the money just to spend it on Them things. That's how you win. No throne, no castle, nigga. I'm a young street king. I've been bussing up. It's fuck the jakes, they've been watching us. And when that burner rate was low, my niggas Topped it up. Forty-five proper clutch. MAC-11s, Glocks too. More trues than deuce-deuce, them something there we Do not use. Yeah. Niggas fucking with me, they done got me in That wrong mood. Nigga, you gon' end up pissing Through a lung tube. Bag full of shit, Getting fed by a drip. They pulled up and stitched. Bleeding like a bitch, like it's that time of The month. I'm from the city where them skinny Niggas rise up them guns. And we don't let it slide. We gon' ride 'til it's done. Until it's motherfucking over. Wartime on and I'm a second main soldier, Yeah. I love my niggas that I'm down to Go to war for. It's fuck them niggas that I'm down to go To war with. There's four niggas, Four straps in that four-door, and we ain't stopping Even if them niggas forfeit. I'm hearing rumors that these niggas wan' be Shooters, and they really wan' ride on me. They wan' ride on me. I'm moving different, gotta switch up my positions. If they get me, tell my mama, "Don't cry For me." For me. Please Hesitate.