Vayu - Art of War Lyrics

Only thing I know is art of war
Blessed with enemies that hold their own
Boss me up like I'm a Corleone
I could do the hit all on my own
I could drill 'em all I got no soul
You say I'm a monster bitch I know
But I can tell you where it all went wrong
Fire in my heart that shit burn cold
Culture got us twisted out our minds
We got glocks
We got thirties
We got nines
Violence ain't your thing
But I been brought up in this life
So the blood mixing with the body lines
Catch a nigga right up at the light
Run up on his whip
And pull the plug on his life
Cause he was yo brother
And you had to run and hide
Guess you wasn't for it
You ain't cut out for this life

Tears all in my eyes 'til the blood on my tires
Deadman is walking before the hollow find him
Tied to the gang so the bullet gon' remind him
Shine in our chains but the mud gone define us
Murder on my name but to momma I'm the kindest
Loyal to my gang love from strangers I'm declining
Shawty take my name so on god I'ma find her
40 to her man just to feed into the drama
For real
For real
I think that I was meant for this life
I was born in the field
For real
For real
Trapped in the matrix
So all I'ma do is just chill
For real
For real
Slide on my block
You know that you gonna get peeled
For real
For real
Come at me crazy
You know that you gonna get killed