War Stories (Explicit)
TM88"War Stories (Explicit)" is a song by TM88, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:33 long and contains 55 lines and 571 words.
Lyrics
0:04This s**t sound crazy
0:06Oh
0:10Look 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 n***a your aim off
0:45They turned me to a lil' savage n***a I blame y'all
0:48You know I grip on this ratchet tool can get flamed off
0:51All of my lil' n***as slide and boy you in danger
0:54She give me top while I'm driving I'm in a ranger
0:57Most of these b***hes be actin' they showing fake love
1:00Shut up n***a listen I paint vivid pictures
1:03N***as 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 b***h 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 f**k n***as they play hard
1:39Not had to work a day job
1:40I don't see n***as like Ray Charles
1:42I was um kicked out of school
1:43Young n***a clutchin' on the tools
1:44But I ain't have a clue to know what to do
1:46B***h I go to school
1:47And I'm seventeen and I'm feeling used
1:49Hurt my f**king heart I put you on the news
1:51Before I self destruct b***h I'ma bust one of these tools
1:53I been scarred my whole d**n life b***h you can probably see the proof
1:56Now I got back on my s**t I had a lot of s**t 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 s**t appealing
2:12Look 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
2:24We was just in the field like we playin' baseball ayy
2:27On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball ayy
2:30Mama mad she just want me to get a day job
2:33With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon
This s**t 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 n***a your aim off They turned me to a lil' savage n***a I blame y'all You know I grip on this ratchet tool can get flamed off All of my lil' n***as slide and boy you in danger She give me top while I'm driving I'm in a ranger Most of these b***hes be actin' they showing fake love Shut up n***a listen I paint vivid pictures N***as looking at me different I can feel attention We was like fifteen totin' blicks and gettin' suspended Way too focused on gettin' this money b***h 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 f**k n***as they play hard Not had to work a day job I don't see n***as like Ray Charles I was um kicked out of school Young n***a clutchin' on the tools But I ain't have a clue to know what to do B***h I go to school And I'm seventeen and I'm feeling used Hurt my f**king heart I put you on the news Before I self destruct b***h I'ma bust one of these tools I been scarred my whole d**n life b***h you can probably see the proof Now I got back on my s**t I had a lot of s**t 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 s**t 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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