War Stories - TM88, Calboy

Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning

If you knew what I did in these streets then you wouldn’t adore me

I spend racks on Mike Amiri jeans it don’t get boring

And I made it up out them trenches, I got war stories

We was just in the field like we playing baseball

On the block with a big glock and an 8 ball

Momma on my ass she just want me to get a day job

We gon mask up with my hoodie on like Trayvon

In a tinted whip with a big Drako and AR

I was poppin a lot of xanny pills for the anger

Them opps was sending them shots but they aim off

They turned me to a Lil Savage so I blame y’all

You know I grip on this ratchet til it get flamed off

All of my lil niggas sliding boy you in danger

She give me top while I’m driving I’m in the ranger

Most of these bitches be acting they showing fake love

Shut up nigga listen I paint vivid pictures

Niggas looking at me different I can feel the tension

We was like 15 totin blicks and getting suspended

Way to focused on getting this money bitch I’m out here getting it

Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning

If you knew what I did in these streets then you wouldn’t adore me

I spend racks on Mike Amiri jeans it don’t get boring

And I made it up out them trenches, I got war stories

We was just in the field like we playing baseball

On the block with a big glock and an 8 ball

Momma on my ass she just want me to get a day job

We gon mask up with my hoodie on like Trayvon

Got a stick on me no 8 ball

These fuck niggas they play hard

9 to 5 had to work a day job

I don’t see niggas like Ray Charles

I was them kicked out of school

Young nigga clutching on the tools

Cause I ain’t have a clue on what to do

But y’all go to school where my brother shoot

When I’m 17 and I’m feeling used

Hurt my fucking heart, I’ll put you on the news

Before I self-destruct bitch Imma bust one of these tools

I been scarred my whole damn life bitch you can probably see the bruise

Then I got back on my shit I had a lot of shit to prove

Load up the clip put one in the head I had them show how we living

It ain’t my fault we from the hood so we was raised around killing

My heart been broken for a minute ain’t no need for the healing

Zy Zy he really in these streets he find this street shit appealing

Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning

If you knew what I did in these streets then you wouldn’t adore me

I spend racks on Mike Amiri jeans it don’t get boring

And I made it up out them trenches, I got war stories

We was just in the field like we playing baseball

On the block with a big glock and an 8 ball

Momma on my ass she just want me to get a day job

We gon mask up with my hoodie on like Trayvon