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killathadon - price of war lyrics

[verse 1]

glove compartment with a wood and burner inside my chevy
one for my stressing and one incase the streets getting petty
i love my section but the n+ggas in it make me skeptical
oh now everybody’s a trap star or a f+ckin reputable
just cause you sold a couple nickels don’t make you a drug dealer
just cause you run with a gang do not make you a thug n+gga
so practice watchu preach p+ssy
these n+ggas internet gangstas i mean really go hit the streets p+ssy
let it be understood it’s no bluffing i live what i’m spitting
and 900% authentic in the verses i’ve written
my brother locked up in prison
moms stressing bout bills
pops job ain’t enough
i need a whole gang of pills
but not to pop i need to pitch’em
talking the hunger for mo’
started gettin’ high i guess i need to balance the lows
the city on my shoulders that’s a h+ll of a load
feel i’m the chosen one & god gave me h+ll of a roll

[hook]

what’s the price of war ?
death over dishonor+
and i seen n+ggas pay the price before
what’s the price of war ?
a little post+traumatic stress+
but we gone be aight, f+ck it we blessed
it’s just the life that we livin’
it’s just the life was was given

[verse 2]

du+rags, levi’s
white sneakers, wife beaters
serve tweakers, rap jesus
mac squeezing, black bimmers
h hat no fig though, that’s for hickory my kinfolk
dice games that 10+4
real westside like crenshaw
on sunday’s with the lac’s out
impalas with the backs out
wrong words get pack+out
then it’s police with the straps out
we don’t crip walk on this side
but my tg’s off of myrrh street
keep a .45’s for the w n+gga
welcome to the hub n+gga
you ain’t ever seen no school boy turn rap star & drug dealer
17 wishing medillin was my home base so i could plug n+ggas
we ain’t showing no love n+gga
leave that for the b+tches
she off percocet and codeine
only mary jane’s my mistress
try to knock me off of my pivot
100 shots at yo civic
then im back in bompton chillin
like it never happened, who did it ?
residue in my kitchen
money all in my pocket
i’m addictive to fast living
you could blame it on my pops

[hook]

- killathadon lyrics

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