(War Ready Verse)

Streets Raised Me, Streets Made Me

No fasad, no flaw

Dat legendary War Ready s**t,ready for war

Ol 98 Slim type, Give It 2’em Raw

N I’m doing just dat, all facts no cap

I don’t do da theories & I dont let dem f**k ni***gas near me

But I die for my respect

I just don’t want dem to fear me

Cause da love be so fake, all dat built up envy

Man of integrity, one of ah kind pedigree

Round table who?, suck my d**k can’t questionin me

10 steps ahead of me, guilty of over thinking

Look’em in his eyes, I can tell what he thinking

N***gas plottin on my demise, once blood shed

Ain't no compromise & u would die before my mama cry

Body ate by so many bullets, been crossed by so many n***gas

Da hate be so real, make me feel like da realist n***ga

See they’ll hate u for ya thoughts, cause they can’t think

So deep off in my thoughts, I can’t even blink

Here I stand, one honorary man

Da truth is I’m everything they ain't

N they don’t understand

(L.Mont Verse)

Dem n***gas hate, I can tell by da energy

From ah dap, I can tell dat they envy me

If he tell, he ain't never been ah friend of me

Ah frenemy, is just an enemy

If i trust him its da end of me

Im Jesus, they gone Judas me

N let ah snake read my eulogy

N tell lies to my family members, whole while da pall-bearer did it

I don’t think u muthaf***kas get it

Baby mama sleeping with da beef

I should’ve put dat f***kin h*e to sleep

But I spared her, because da kid precious

So she don’t like da movie “Precious”

So da child was da b***h blessin

I lost my motha in da jail cell, I shed tears at da Chapel Call

I lost my brotha in da jail cell, I shed tears at da Chapel Call

One call, it was lights out

I saw my friend takes his last breath

How devious can this life get? Da devil got us on some hype shit

On some battle with da pipe sh*t, on some wrong, when it right sh*t

I serve Unc I ain't feel bad

I serve Teddy I ain't feel bad

They rob Willie in his daddy’s house, fake friend sent dem in da crib

U heard stories, but I’m stating facts

He kilt Brian, he ain't meant to do it

He kilt Luck, dats ah nightmare

His back turned, his friend stuck ah knife there

I know u used to n**gas tellin lies

But Trellis ain't deserve to die

Al’Jerome ain't deserve to die

I know some sh*t to make ya mama cried

U know dat triple-double homicide

Dat f**k n***ga, he deserve to die

Give’em hell, he deserve to fried

Me & Monie send murda vibes

My nigga Travis played da green tank

He played da cut, until da pack gone

N this way’d before da trap phone

Me & Dale used to jack n***gas

I hit ah lick got my pack bigger

N***ga go figure