Testo War - Skripture
Testo della canzone War (Skripture), tratta dall'album Bally EP
Love to all my drillers on the wing
Hold your head up in the bing
Hold tight all my shooters with the cling
Shit, flood the block with everything
Hold tight all my niggas on the roads
Get that skrilla by the codes
It's middle fingers to the pagans that we know
And suck your mothers to the opps that we equal bro
I got family that's enemy
No they ain't for me man I can feel the energy
They couldn't be cured even if they took the remedy
Couldn't keep the gift they gave me for my wedding G
Telling me, no one ain't safe no more
Made me skippy acting supper close the door
T-T-Telling them ain't no games you play me
Man I get to acting crazy
Trust I can flip figures to tip hitters (What)
Equipped drillers, grip triggers, spit wiggles
Or can sit stiller and bit biller (What)
Chit chiller from cow skrilla for realer
I can flip figures to tip hitters (What)
Equipped drillers, grip triggers, spit wiggles
Or can sit stiller and bit biller (What)
Chit chiller from cow skrilla for realer
Hold tight all my drillers on the wing
Though not all of you are strikers
We all still play the game and some lose in pen
Until the next fixture but rather that than retire
RIP my fallen players but their slayers live on
And that's the choice you gotta make either get off or stay on
That's why I'm liable to switch
Grab a handheld your kin will need that console
Facts, no act if a nigga plays the wrong role
But you don't want beef but your P stacked
Makes you turn vegan just to keep that
Fat trimmed and that way you rarely see pigs
Clever to stay low when you're tryna raise kids
Shit, warring ain't cheap
Either burners or coffins both set you back a couple G's
Nine piece don't compare to the piece after you got crealed
And if you got both types you're sectioned while at ED's
Re-evaluating thinking 'bout niggas while blowing trees
If my life ain't a threat tell the soldiers at ease
But that's the problem with the hood it breeds jealousy
Now there's a hater plotting on you for your downfall
While gassing up on Hennessy
And what's the remedy? I mean you tell me
The feds don't have a history in protecting me
I'm praying up to the Lord who guides and blesses me
But this tool I'm schooling nigga make him fail when testing me
That's why I empathise when they catch a bird
No agriculture but I lie this feat you cannot swerve
A distant family pressed my mother no lie in my words
And for her no hesitation reversing your birth
Course we'd all rather mind our own business
All fail producers each with empty hit lists
But this world ain't ideal in case you missed it
Just know that peace is on my wish list
Trust I can flip figures to tip hitters (What)
Equipped drillers, grip triggers, spit wiggles
Or can sit stiller and bit biller (What)
Chit chiller from cow skrilla for realer
I can flip figures to tip hitters (What)
Equipped drillers, grip triggers, spit wiggles
Or can sit stiller and bit biller (What)
Chit chiller from cow skrilla for realer
I can flip figures to tip hitters (What)
Equipped drillers, grip triggers, spit wiggles
Or can sit stiller and bit biller (What)
Chit chiller from cow skrilla for realer
I can flip figures to tip hitters (What)
Equipped drillers, grip triggers, spit wiggles
Or can sit stiller and bit biller (What)
Chit chiller from cow skrilla for realer
Credits
Writer(s): Sean Allen
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