Testo WHO WANT WAR - Mozzy feat. Polo G
Testo della canzone WHO WANT WAR (Mozzy feat. Polo G), tratta dall'album INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS
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Told bro, "We so locked in, that I won't breathe if you die"
Still grippin' on my Gen, and throwing Bs to the sky
Shit'll get under my skin if you're a thief, and you lie
Doing 60 in the pen, so that's a reason to cry
It's still dirty Sprite pourin' up
'Member back then in my lowest, they weren't showin' up
So naïve, and losing focus, I ain't know enough
In the trenches pistol totin', we're gon' blow, or what?
Who won't roll wit' us?
Donkey roll, SGM pendant hangin' off a yacht
Put him on, he ain't puttin' up, we take him off it
Niggas in the field worth a couple millions, could play The Office, but I'd rather not
Suckers tryna get back for the losses, it's still one up top
Paranoia got me movin' up with caution, I prayed, Inshallah
Separate the crashes from the bosses for our paperwork
Jacob tell you mine's were rather flawless, I ain't set to her
Got it off the curb, now we're ballin', ain't know what to serve
Tend to leave it there, we can't resolve it
Fuck your dead homies, still denyin' all involvement, I'on know what happened
And put that chicken on my head 'cause niggas know we're actin'
Yet it's much murder rappin'
Told bro, "We so locked in, that I won't breathe if you die"
Still grippin' on my Gen, and throwing Bs to the sky
Shit'll get under my skin if you're a thief, and you lie
Doing 60 in the pen, so that's a reason to cry
It's still dirty Sprite pourin' up
'Member back then in my lowest, they weren't showin' up
So naïve, and losing focus, I ain't know enough
In the trenches pistol totin', we're gon' blow, or what?
Who won't roll wit' us?
Them shawties spin, they like, "What them killers gotta do with you?"
30 Ms in, still paying for these funerals
Them killers still anxious for revenge, we can't do a truce
I hope better friends ain't the reason I come through and shoot
Slidin' up, black hoodie like the Reaper, now it's time up
What the fuck we dying for? I've seen the hood dryin' up
In the gang, my guys trust enough to give their lives up
Like Kobe with his .9, clutch, they'll smoke 'til they divide us
Tell the opps to come play ball, let's play three-on-three
No, I ain't worried about y'all, it's me versus me
When I lost my dogs, I couldn't really finds the words to speak
Like, spinnin' 'til they fall, drop-out, still tryna earn a B
Told bro, "We so locked in, that I won't breathe if you die"
Still grippin' on my Gen, and throwing Bs to the sky
Shit'll get under my skin if you're a thief, and you lie
Doing 60 in the pen, so that's a reason to cry
It's still dirty Sprite pourin' up
'Member back then in my lowest, they weren't showin' up
So naïve, and losing focus, I ain't know enough
In the trenches pistol totin', we're gon' blow, or what?
Who won't roll wit' us?
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Writer(s): Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Patterson Timothy Cornell
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