Raise Your Weapon Lyrics
Okay, I'm starting
I hope you love me baby
I hope by now you can understand
Why I'm fucking crazy
Nigga don't learn, a nigga won't grow
And hit a wrong turn, that nigga won't know
That a nigga don't earn, a nigga going broke
That's my city, no pity, no joke
The feds wanna know if you really got coke
Selling blue dreams when you really got smoke
Sour 2 fiends do you really got dope and
Mama hoping that a nigga change
Girlfriend love me but she know I got game
Can't let go without going insane
Pile of it too, but I'm doing my thang
And the drugs and the money, matter real my friends
Flow kinda so done grew up my fame
Bars too high, doing enough things
Pro to pro, shooting my name
Stupid bees blood that game
Mama I'ma be a rapper, she said just don't rush that shit
Grandma I'm in love with money, she said just don't trust that bitch
I love my bitch, I hate my hoe
Love my bar, they raise my flow
They talk my 'to make my dough
You from my hood, I relate, I know
But escape I will, so away I go
In this cold war, raise your weapon,
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
In this cold war
Keep an eye out in the day time blessing
Till I'll have a kid, I'ma raise my weapon
Raise my pen to the pad, I could raise my blessin
And erase my stressing, why I make my exit
But I ain't going no time soon
I already told you a nigga don't quit
Already dead is the way that I live
So you already know I ain't afraid of no shit
I ain't no blood, I ain't no creep
Nigga I ride for my city and I die for my hood,
And my niggas they know, royalty is in my blood as it flows
Even from' cause these niggas was broke
But happy to be where I be
Strong and surviving, I know how to eat
Asking me why I be fuck with the street
Cause top nigga run I make sometimes peace
Up in the rap like we reaching out peak
Brushing our white like we brushing our teeth
Having relief while we rolling out weed
So when we inhale, the stress we relieve
Send a nigga get stabbed with his own knife
Another dude got stripped not the pole time
Another dude crawling no life, for his whole life
Took a shot of the henny, then he took his own life
Pow, one to the face, too deep in the trap, he wants to escape
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In this cold war, raise your weapon,
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
Raise your weapon, raise your weapon
In this cold war, how does it feel now
I'm not a star, but I'm almost famous
Catch me twisting up my fingers
With a hot bitch and a couple cold gangsters
When I'm flows deep as the anchors
Accountants counting like bankers
Them blocks wearing no tinkers
You get lay flat like these plankers
I go way back, I mean deep back
I mean ot with these g packs
'I'm the boy from the bottom where the shit move slow
Good die young so the kids don't grow
But the hood I'm from, the click I know
Taught me get money, get rich I know
Spit pyro, that flame shit
But bitch I'm almost famous
And I been watching gang land, my rose be on that same shit
I see I said who I see I said
Got the whole rap game under me I said
More money problems like bia said
But they still don't know me like t I said
Like martin luther I dream,
Like Malcolm x I'm gonna fight
I'm hughey pete on my team
I'm lingston huvon I write
See I'm trippy off of that bean
That kush all on my sight
And I double cup on that lean
I got pink Friday all on my sprite.
