War Stories

Aye aye

Say I be sitting back wishing I can get my niggas back

We went to war back to back and I lived through that

Lost so many niggas that I loved I can't forget I still remember that

I'm blowing smoke up in the clouds ridin with the ceiling back

And I'm riding with the strap nigga move wrong

Ima have a flashback let it clap push his ceiling back

I don't want to have to send no killers where you chillin at

Put a nigga in a pack put his mental in his lap

I ain't bout to cry and get all sentimental on the track

But I done did some shit that's confidential I can't tell you that