Start a War

[Hook: x2]

Close enough to start a war, all that I have

Is on the floor

God only knows what we're fighting for

All that I say, will always seem old

[Verse 1:]

Tears on my face, blood on my Lebrons

I'm sitting here with my partner and my holmes

I knew that he could possibly be gone

Cause I said his name and I didn't get a response

We was like brothers, used to hang tight

We used to wear the same clothes, rode the same bike

We even fucked the same hoe, we were the same height

I played sport, he was more into the gang life

He kept a 40 cal, extended clip

He started stealing cars, always had different wheels

Shawty keep it 100, never flipped the script

But I never seen the demons he was dealing with

Shit happened so fast

All I heard was shots and broke glass

I just remember being so mad

But I had to play dead until them niggas drove past

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[Verse 2:]

Word on the street he knew this bird named Patrice

He sold a brother a couple pounds of herb and a key

I know where he stay, where he serve, where he be

Swerve, hit the curb, and the blur, he asleep

My partner was a well known finesser

But it hurt my heart to see him pale on a stretcher

Grabbed the chopper, got the shells off the dresser

I'm stressin cause I never felt this type of pressure

My nigga hit him with the dum and brick special

It's only so long before they gonna catch him

Do I admit what my partner did was disrespect

But do I make it bout revenge, either way I feel regretful

So reach on the side, my homeboy Caprice

Riding strapped to the home of Patrice

If we get caught, I know we going up the creek

It's well known in the streets, when it's on, then it's beef

Hard to sleep when you're

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[Verse 3:]

The perfect time to do a crime is when the night fall

Before we hit the corner, turn the lights off

Plastic gloves make sure all the burners wiped off

And we killing any witnesses if they might talk

That's when I started second guessin, is this all just a lesson?

I do music for a living shawty this ain't my profession

And all my niggas killers so who am I impressing

I feel like trey in the back of that impala

The closer we get, my decision getting harder

Do I listen to my friends, or do I listen to my father

Cause I know them niggas is gonna be coming back tomorrow

Stop the talking bra

[Hook]