paroles de chanson War - 6th$ithLord

Mf this a gangland
Put ya pistols up
Don't give a mf
I'm boutta run yo shit up

Got this liquor in my system
Bitch I'm plotting on my victims
Tryna count all of my blessing
But it seems that they gone missing

Two steps ahead
That's why I'm breaking bread
Two shots ya dead
Paint a pussy nigga red

Ran up a check lets burn it
Yuh
To me this money is worthless
Fuck it
Living life searching for purpose
Ok
Cook yo soul in a furnace

Yeah I'm smoking big dope
Know you smell the scent
I'm a demon baby girl
But also heaven sent

Ima fuckin rage
Ima fuck her face
In and out of consciousness
I'm in a different plain

Popping all of these beans
While I'm tripping on LSD
Getting fucked up
Bitch I'm seeing 3 of me
Tunnel vision baby
Fade to black
I cannot see
All these drugs inside my system
I can sell em for a fee