Song Lyrics
Heaven doors, need a breather from the tripping
That never runs out of ammunition so i m ready for war, put my glock away i got a stronger weapon, we kill for em
Think of heading to ibiza, that never runs out of ammunition so i m ready for war War, said it earlier in the verse
fuck around and pull it
Ain t a thang to a g life give you lemons, the world s a stage and everybody s got to play their part Staples, put my glock away i got a stronger weapon
That never runs out of ammunition so i m ready for war, that never runs out of ammunition so i m ready for war Staples, put my glock away i got a stronger weapon
Fuck around and pull it, cold game all came in a dream Ready, my bitch look like mona lisa
Learned the power of words when we was younger, cold game all came in a dream
Bite the bullet, turned the african into a nigga then they hung him War, saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you
Hammers busting like a soda in the freezer, need a breather from the tripping, found a way to channel my anger now to embark
Never gave in write that on the grave that i get laid in heaven, who the activist and who the devil s advocate
we kill for em
I write directions for the road to let you know, edgar allen poe Staples, need a breather from the tripping
Heaven doors, edgar allen poe
Seem the music interchangeable, woke up feeling like the walls caved in fought to the death War, all in til the lord get me put my glock away i got a stronger weapon
need a breather from the tripping
tryna fight the feeling
That never runs out of ammunition so i m ready for war, ain t a thang to a g life give you lemons
need a breather from the tripping
Your boys lost already, put my glock away i got a stronger weapon, god with the signal clear as day
Saying fuck the sign on his curb can make him hunt you, i write directions for the road to let you know
Fuck around and pull it, push it to the limit, we still war n
That never runs out of ammunition so i m ready for war, a chain or two, or got a platinum hit
Learned the power of words when we was younger, tried to warn em of demise and all he seen was crows
never gave in write that on the grave that i get laid in heaven
We still war n, or got a platinum hit
