Durand the Rapper - War 2

All these niggas really be thinking they got bars
You ain't hip hop nigga you a pop star
Everybody wanna be a gangster
But they never even been in the back seat of a cop car
Always tryna get hype and stick yo chest out
Just calm down nigga we know that you not hard
You can be as animated as you want
We all know you soft on the inside like a pop tart
Why you always got to rap about guns
When lord knows you ain't ever had to
Pull it out and shoot shit
All you talk about is money cars drugs hoes clothes
We don't care about your new fit
You little dudes need to stay out the way
Get yo money but stay humble you niggas getting too lit
Every time one of you niggas get caught lacking
I say to myself that's what that fool get
I cant lie to me these niggas all the same
How you get rich and then tryna join a gang
Even wit money and fame you niggas sorta lame
Weather you broke or rich
Your blood will pour the same
Stop thinkin that you cant be got
If you ain't get them out the hood
Niggas will go to yo family spot
Talkin shit to the wrong niggas it'll get yo granny shot
Right outside of the candy shop
I don't promote violence I just tell the truth
It ain't my fault they don't listen the ones I tell it to
One of the reasons I wanna make it's to help the youth
Let them know there's more to life than the felon route
Ain't a soul alive to make me hold my tongue
Tired of seeing my sisters and brothers die young
Too many tears from mothers of little black boys
Who had so much talent
They could of won cy young
Don't let yo power go to waste for another man
know your worth don't sell yo soul for a couple bands
I don't give a fuck if it gets you a lot of fans
And don't put on a dress like you Juana man
I guess you can if you wanna man
Just know know that's niggas gonna look at
you different like you want a man
And ain't no taking it back if you gonna man
I'm just tell you ima keep it a hundred man
I keep it real don't you ever try to question mine
You lost you don't know what to do when the pressure climb
That's why you always takin extra time
Just to rest yo mind
That's how I know you niggas less divine
I hustle hard you cant test the grind
Them people calling ima press decline
You'll never see me or none of my niggas testifying
Behind bars I can stretch a dime
I got no problem bein kept confined
I'm screaming fuck the whole world wit a horse dick
I lost all faith dealing with this court shit
The judge ain't wanna give me custody
Hope the bitch die getting ran over by a fork lift
Or get shot in the face point blank with a four fifth
While you walking out the store bitch
I don't care that's what the whore gets
You made it clear to everybody
You don't care about my poor kids
I came to the conclusion they don't wanna see a black man
Better himself and raise his children
Fuck all of you racist pilgrims
Wish I could spit in they face and kill them
Too many feelings I cant conceal them
If it sound like I'm mad nah a nigga pissed
I really wanna catch a body like that nigga Mitch
Wait outside till you come out crib unload the clip
Then double back around in case a nigga missed
What's a man to do when his back against the wall
They just wanna see another nigga fall
They don't want kids to have they daddies involved
Fuck the judge fuck the system fuck the law
Everybody telling me I got to stay calm
It'll work itself out it wont take long
Ima bout to locked up like Akon
I wanna blow the whole court up wit some napalm
I think its safe to say now that god ain't real
I been stressed for too long and I don't rest
This system is somethin that I don't get
I cant believe they gave my kids to bitch
Who gets high on meth

Written by:
Frederick Robertson Jr.

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