War Stories
TM88"War Stories" is a song by TM88, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:33 long and contains 55 lines and 576 words.
Lyrics
0:04This shit sound crazy
0:06Oh
0:13Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
0:15If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me
0:18Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy
0:21And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
0:24We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy
0:27On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
0:30Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
0:33With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon
0:36In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR
0:39I was poppin' a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger
0:42I know the opps was sendin' them shots, but nigga, your aim off
0:45They turned me to a lil' savage, nigga, I blame y'all
0:48You know I grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off
0:51All of my lil' niggas slide, and boy, you in danger
0:54She give me top while I'm driving, I'm in a ranger
0:57Most of these bitches be actin', they showing fake love
1:00Shut up, nigga, listen, I paint vivid pictures
1:03Niggas looking at me different, I can feel attention
1:06We was like fifteen totin' blicks and gettin' suspended
1:09Way too focused on gettin' this money, bitch, I'm out here gettin' it
1:12Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
1:15If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me
1:18Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy
1:21And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
1:24We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy
1:27On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
1:30Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
1:33With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon
1:36Stick on me, no eight ball
1:37These fuck niggas, they play hard
1:39Not a by-hitter had to work a day job
1:40I don't see niggas like Ray Charles
1:42I was, um, kicked out of school
1:43Young nigga clutchin' on the tools
1:44But I ain't have a clue to know what to do
1:46Bitch, I go to school where my brothers shoot
1:48And I'm seventeen and I'm feeling used
1:49Hurt my fucking heart, I put you on the news
1:50Before I self-destruct, bitch, I'ma bust one of these tools
1:53I been scarred my whole damn life, bitch, you can probably see the proof
1:56Now I got back on my shit, I had a lot of shit to prove, yeah
2:00Load up the clip, put one in the head, I had to show how we livin'
2:03It ain't my fault, we from the hood so we was raised around killin'
2:06My heart been broken for a minute, ain't no need for the healin'
2:09Zeze, he really in these streets, he find this street shit appealing
2:13Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
2:15If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me
2:18Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy
2:21And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
2:25We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy
2:27On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
2:31Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
2:33With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon
This shit sound crazy Oh Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR I was poppin' a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger I know the opps was sendin' them shots, but nigga, your aim off They turned me to a lil' savage, nigga, I blame y'all You know I grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off All of my lil' niggas slide, and boy, you in danger She give me top while I'm driving, I'm in a ranger Most of these bitches be actin', they showing fake love Shut up, nigga, listen, I paint vivid pictures Niggas looking at me different, I can feel attention We was like fifteen totin' blicks and gettin' suspended Way too focused on gettin' this money, bitch, I'm out here gettin' it Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon Stick on me, no eight ball These fuck niggas, they play hard Not a by-hitter had to work a day job I don't see niggas like Ray Charles I was, um, kicked out of school Young nigga clutchin' on the tools But I ain't have a clue to know what to do Bitch, I go to school where my brothers shoot And I'm seventeen and I'm feeling used Hurt my fucking heart, I put you on the news Before I self-destruct, bitch, I'ma bust one of these tools I been scarred my whole damn life, bitch, you can probably see the proof Now I got back on my shit, I had a lot of shit to prove, yeah Load up the clip, put one in the head, I had to show how we livin' It ain't my fault, we from the hood so we was raised around killin' My heart been broken for a minute, ain't no need for the healin' Zeze, 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 you wouldn't adore me Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon
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