War Songtext

I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—

Look, I'm bipolar, my girl is bisexual
She eat that pussy like vegetables, hmm
I get brain, intellectual, everyday I put "get high" on the schedule
I freak your letters, am I freaking exes?
I don't know why they keep on sleeping on me zzz
I am the greatest, it is not even in this industry got ADHD
If we being honest, the only reason why I am smiling
Is because my teeth got its diamonds
I used to be silent, I've been up at night with my pyjamas
As a kid, I grew up on violence
I've been to war, what do you know about it
I got the star of the show
I got the fleece that'll cover the piece when it's dinner time
I'm in a war in my head a lot
I'ma take more even though, It's been clouding my head a lot
I saw the bro, layed with crows all around him And that means he's not coming home
I am a Taurus but not with the bullshit
Mix the orange soda with the actavis
It got me hooked just like the courses
I'm responsible for all this traffic
And I ride a Mustang not the horses
Got a twin with me like Minneapolis
How did I end up on the Forbes List?
I'm from Cleveland we don't make it out of here

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get a hold of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip

I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—

Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get the hold of it
This my fucking town, I get high if I want to
'Cause my fucking town, I know friends to say bye to

Ay, down here walking, vvs
And my diamond they gliter on my chest
Ain't know this shit straight up off the dome
Got a couple bros never coming home
Put a milli' on my motherfucking rich
Every diamond on me motherfucking blessed
And I'm really with the motherfucking shits
Run up on me, I'ma empty out this clip
And they just trying
And they just try lock a nigga up
Lotta pushing nigga acting like they talk
When I see them in person, it's a bluff
And I live for this shit I'ma hop off rush
In the jungle, I remember had the flush
I remember I had that contraband
Came home, now, a motherfucking man
I've been getting some motherfucking band
Pop a nigga like a motherfucking xan
I don't give a motherfucking fan
They know I go motherfucking hand
But I don't get a [?]

I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—