letra de war stories - tm88
tm88 – war stories (feat. calboy & slatt zy)
this sh-t sound crazy
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look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
if you knew what i did in these streets you wouldn’t adore me
spend a hundred racks on mike amiri jeans, it don’t get boring, ayy
and i made it out them trenches, i got war stories, ayy
we was just in the field like we playin’ baseball, ayy
on the block with a big glock and an eight ball, ayy
mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
with a mask on and my hoodie up like trayvon
in the tinted whip with a big draco, an ar
i was poppin’ a whole lotta xanny pills for the anger
i know the opps was sendin’ them shots, but n-gga, your aim off
they turned me to a lil’ savage, n-gga, i blame y’all
you know i grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off
all of my lil’ n-ggas slide, and boy, you in danger
she give me top while i’m driving, i’m in a ranger
most of these b-tches be actin’, they showing fake love
shut up, n-gga, listen, i paint vivid pictures
n-ggas looking at me different, i can feel attention
we was like fifteen totin’ bl!cks and gettin’ suspended
way too focused on gettin’ this money, b-tch, i’m out here gettin’ it
look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
if you knew what i did in these streets you wouldn’t adore me
spend a hundred racks on mike amiri jeans, it don’t get boring, ayy
and i made it out them trenches, i got war stories, ayy
we was just in the field like we playin’ baseball, ayy
on the block with a big glock and an eight ball, ayy
mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
with a mask on and my hoodie up like trayvon
stick on me, no eight ball
these f-ck n-ggas, they play hard
not had to work a day job
i don’t see n-ggas like ray charles
i was, um, kicked out of school
young n-gga clutchin’ on the tools
but i ain’t have a clue to know what to do
b-tch, i go to school
and i’m seventeen and i’m feeling used
hurt my f-cking heart, i put you on the news
before i self-destruct, b-tch, i’ma bust one of these tools
i been scarred my whole d-mn life, b-tch, you can probably see the proof
now i got back on my sh-t, i had a lot of sh-t to prove, yeah
load up the clip, put one in the head, i had to show how we livin’
it ain’t my fault, we from the hood so we was raised around k!llin’
my heart been broken for a minute, ain’t no need for the healin’
zeze, he really in these streets, he find this street sh-t appealing
look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
if you knew what i did in these streets you wouldn’t adore me
spend a hundred racks on mike amiri jeans, it don’t get boring, ayy
and i made it out them trenches, i got war stories, ayy
we was just in the field like we playin’ baseball, ayy
on the block with a big glock and an eight ball, ayy
mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
with a mask on and my hoodie up like trayvon
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