Diving headfirst into the gritty realities of street life, our artists weave a narrative that's as much about survival as it is about status. Through their lyrics, they paint a vivid picture of their journey from obscurity to fame - swapping hardship for designer clothes and diamond-encrusted watches. But with success comes rivalry, and they're not afraid to face off with those who challenge them. The song is also a testament to loyalty, promising retaliation if any harm befalls their crew. Yet, amidst the bravado and threats, there's an undercurrent of hope for a better future - one where they can leave behind crime and live in peace. So while "War" may be a battle cry on the surface, it's also a poignant reflection on life in the fast lane.
War
Lyrics
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War is war so I'm forever slidin'
I hear niggas talk but they ain't never ridin'
I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit
Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer
When you see the buss down, you can't miss the diamonds
All these opp thots wishin' that a nigga slide in
I be on the block, big Rambo, glidin'
Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
Tryna get 'em down like, "Yo, what you tellin' me?" (Yo)
All my friends, they wanna beat like Remedy (yo)
Star 9, Star burst in your memory (head shot)
You got a wap but parked it in the cemetry (dead)
You got a mash you ain't buss but you're sellin' sweets (ha-ha)
I need a dings with black tints and like seven seats
Buss down, buss now, she remember me
She throw it back, make it clap, no assembly (mad)
The opps thots hate me because of SJ
It wasn't him, it wasn't him that took your best mate
Free Slim, he a king, why the feds hate?
We tape estates, don't know 'bout no sex tape
War is war so I forever got smoke
I love Christian Dior like Pop Smoke
Fendi, Balmain, got the lot bro
Valentino just to match with the top, yo
War is war so I'm forever slidin'
I hear niggas talk but they ain't never ridin'
I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit
Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer
When you see the buss down, you can't miss the diamonds
All these opp thots wishin' that a nigga slide in
I be on the block, big Rambo, glidin'
Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
I'm my brother's keeper, promise I'ma creep up
Touch one of mines, well it's time to meet the nina
Make blood spill but I'll never speak up
Told 'em ain't no rule for them niggas tryna beef us
They ain't gonna flee without another squealer
Try and switch on Mophine, he ain't tryna make 'em freeze up
My niggas tell me ease up, "M you're a genius"
Don't worry 'bout that beef cah them hollows gonna beat up
I just want a G truck, yeah I didn't beef her
Plus I wanna chip buddy buyin' like a beater
Can't forget times when a nigga used to teef cars
Try and live far where I can never see cops
They don't like him
Your bitch with her head on my Lyca
My nigga's let off the lightenin'
Yeah, it's quite frightenin' when they're firin'
War is war so I'm forever slidin'
I hear niggas talk but they ain't never ridin'
I was on my face, I ain't never know 'bout fly shit
Now I'm rockin' big drip, all of the designer
When you see the buss down, you can't miss the diamonds
All these opp thots wishin' that a nigga slide in
I be on the block, big Rambo, glidin'
Tryna get 'em down, hope I don't get indicted
Writer(s): Harrison Armstrong, Jake Jones, Riley Davies, Taras Slusarenko
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music
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