iConnectddot & Stanleerex - War

Yeah, Yeah
Connected
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I got my city on my back
You want war I got the upper hand
Haters talk i barely understand
Do they want war or want to be a fan
I'm a war baby like spartan with the park
Too much talks has never been the plan
Stacking racks taking notes of rats
Never chose the easy route
Blessed but you know I chose my path

Who let connect in the booth
Spitting flows like a dragon got loose
Balling without seizing cus I paid my dues

I put my blood sweat tears pain like an army

Niggas preach love
But they turn out clueless
Now I'm proud of myself
Cause I can be ruthless
I never fell off I just don't fit In your lines

Who is going to stay with me
Inside of this big city
I thought you're a fan of my art

Getting premonitions when I think of you
You shouldn't be hunting my past

I left to make it right for the future times
But you couldn't run from your past

Sad I couldn't be what you want from me
You got me changing my style
You had me losing touch with all of the guys
I swear that you thought you could Walk that aile
We talk about you and I'm mesmerized
That look in your eyes got me mesmerized
Two thousand and eighteen take you back to the block
When we was Thugs
The that love you give you get in return
Deep in the bandoe
Then it was hot
But now we cooler
It is food for the thought
My belly is full but I want your pot
Might give a fuck
If the blue come
If the hate up
I don't give a fuck
Yeah
Yeah I'm flux with my style
Dem Bitches be tripping
I know what they like
I come with the light
I turn on the vision
For haters to sight

Written by:
Ehiemua Peter, Eloebhose Edose

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