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

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