War (feat. Stanleerex)

Yeah, Yeah Connected Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah I got my city on my back You want war I got the upper hand Haters talk i barely understand Do they want war or want to be a fan I'm a war baby like spartan with the park Too much talks has never been the plan Stacking racks taking notes of rats Never chose the easy route Blessed but you know I chose my path Who let connect in the booth Spitting flows like a dragon got loose Balling without seizing cus I paid my dues I put my blood sweat tears pain like an army Niggas preach love But they turn out clueless Now I'm proud of myself Cause I can be ruthless I never fell off I just don't fit In your lines Who is going to stay with me Inside of this big city I thought you're a fan of my art Getting premonitions when I think of you You shouldn't be hunting my past I left to make it right for the future times But you couldn't run from your past Sad I couldn't be what you want from me You got me changing my style You had me losing touch with all of the guys I swear that you thought you could Walk that aile We talk about you and I'm mesmerized That look in your eyes got me mesmerized Two thousand and eighteen take you back to the block When we was Thugs The that love you give you get in return Deep in the bandoe Then it was hot But now we cooler It is food for the thought My belly is full but I want your pot Might give a f*ck If the blue come If the hate up I don't give a f*ck Yeah Yeah I'm flux with my style Dem Bitches be tripping I know what they like I come with the light I turn on the vision For haters to sight