War

Ice cubes on my neck, please don't do ice cubes in my champagne
$outh$ide hoodie, that's family, ion really care about rocking no brand names
Back when Tity turned 2 Chainz, I was in the hood tryna fight these mood swings
Don't play with your life tryna come for my wife when we tryna get through things
Mans got gas no butane, puffing on LA pain like Smokey
And I did it all on my lonely, you can't big word me, you can't big bro me
Ever since they took my brodie, now I'm filling all my raps with hoagies
Can't hang around with no phony, seen what that shit did to my homies
I get high, get munchies, can't find weed when I'm out here in the country
Got a half ounce stuffed in my dungies, if I get caught hope you boys "good luck" me
Ain't got time to get comfy but my hotel room view is crazy
12 point rockin like Tracy cases and situations started gettin too shady
Long as I got my brothers I might get lost, but y'all won't lose me
Kevin, Swishman, [?], DJ and Pookie
Streets started gettin too spooky, every time I look up, they done took my niggas
Streets got dark like Thriller, in this hotel room, wanna cut my wrist up
Blocka, blocka, I'm a Top Ramen kid, I ain't twirl no pasta
Link with cousin, Papa, go OT in the purple Mazda
Walk wide with my rassa, shoutout Tay-K, Shawn, and Titi
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