Cyco Tha King - War Stories

Aye aye

Say I be sitting back wishing I can get my niggas back
We went to war back to back and I lived through that
Lost so many niggas that I loved I can't forget I still remember that
I'm blowing smoke up in the clouds ridin with the ceiling back
And I'm riding with the strap nigga move wrong
Ima have a flashback let it clap push his ceiling back
I don't want to have to send no killers where you chillin at
Put a nigga in a pack put his mental in his lap
I ain't bout to cry and get all sentimental on the track
But I done did some shit that's confidential I can't tell you that
Matter fact nigga I done been to hell and back
Without a scratch how is that I'm ford tough built to last
I was living fast drivin plenty fast finna crash
I had to cut some niggas off put em in the past
Now I just get this cash add it up put it in the stash
I did it on my own and told the world to kiss my ass
I ain't finish school but always did the math
They trying to teach us to be slaves that's why ain't no fucking business class
Ain't no financial literacy curriculum up on the teachers desk
They want you dripping blood sweat and tears just to get a check
Work until you 70 retire just to get a check
Once a month to pay your rent but your bills ain't covered yet
And if you sick they a let you die if you can't get your meds
And tell you it's your fault for the situation that you in
Like they ain't throw you that water knowing that you couldn't swim
Like they ain't put you in the game knowing that you couldn't win
I took so many losses still I took that shit on the chin
Still I wouldn't change shit if I could do this shit again
Then again I wouldn't do this shit again
All these niggas fake thats why I ain't got too many friends
I just asked the lord forgive like I ain't finna sin again
Cause if these niggas wanna go to war we can get it in nigga

Say I be talking to the lord like what the fuck I'm doin right
Cause you done took so many of my people but not my life
I'm paranoid at night I got it cocked at the stop light
Praying I don't have to stop a life
Nigga I be out of sight you know the freaks come out at night
I get to fingering that chopper she be busting all night
I'm a money gettin nigga I be hustling all night
Probably gambling wit my life yea I be fucking wit the dice
I put in work on many nights nigga I done earned my stripes
Now I'm chilling with my children and my wife but I could be doing life
I look behind me see the lights I made a left he made a right
I made a left another right one lucky night
Cause I'm riding in the car wit plenty pipes
And some niggas that a kill your ass on sight I'll kill your ass on sight
I'll knock you out yo Nikes all you nigga overhyped
Nigga I ain't no socialite young Cyco cold as ice
I'm trying to pull up in that ghost poltergeist
Cop a Rollie tell the jeweler hold the ice so it can still go up in price
I'm a pimp like dolomite I got to keep my shoulders right
Cause this shit be up and down like a coaster ride
I see this shit with open eyes I'm supposed to lose those the odds
I beat the odds oh my God now some shit in my garage
Niggas prayed for my demise you couldn't keep up with ya lies
Now it's time to say goodbye now I'm hot as May July
You ain't talking money I can't pay no mind calculated moves nigga
I can't waste no time
I can't let up off this pedal got to stay up on my grind
Nigga I can't stay behind see you at the finish line
I cook a nigga like it's dinner time any time if he play wit one of mines
Bitch that where I draw the line give a fuck they all could die we all could die
I ain't surprised homicides on the rise nigga fuck it free the guys yea

Written by:
Clifford Billingsley

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