Lyrics:
sorry
Yeah yeah
You ain't ex-
You ain't experienced no anguish
(No anguish) can't prepare for this shit
Or do no training (Do no training)
Niggas wanna
choice has a consequence
I can't ignore nothing will soon remain
Homes will burn
Falling ash brings new life to the ground
I can't ignore prepare for war
man for self
Cause in a warzone, the call is every man for self
How you prepare for war? Grab your guns and your hardware
Never close your eyes in
Who be who been goin hard ay yo ay
who really got that heat
Who really been about that shit bro
Who really get it out the streets
You really don't want
Niggas know it's sex money, flex money
They do a lot
What's better than more letters
And buddha spots?
Buck fifties for niggas that don't do a lot
Go ahead
They say prepare for the worst of it
Arm in a tourniquet
If you don't want war
Why you kicking' a hornet nest
Prepare for the iron helm
Angel
don't want peace, they want war
What?
Yeah, they want war
Everyone fighting with violence for peace
Brother, please
War has been the biggest industry
Respected and protected
By the flare of the gun
We surround an opp
He too scared to run
I'm here for fun since
I'm already caked up
Chill niggas who
Only!
Red dot, Headshot, Quick Scope, Clip!
Draco, AKs, Take your, Pick!
Rambo, John wick, With that, Stick!
Send my, Soldiers, They don't, Miss!
Pull
prepare for war and rest in peace
??????, so run up the streets
Showin up for heat, makin it hot until it burns
Steady combat for sure it better
Armor up soldier, cause we know it's time to go
Keep that shield ready, always watching for arrows
Boots on, and upright keep the pace and don't slow
devils world to right when we fight
Face Russian army might this is just a foray prepare for a long story
Kind of hard to dodge a javelin
Mind the damage
now we kick in the door, you never heard it before
Raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for
Making rhymes not war, droppin' lines but don't
Boxer Mendoza
You phony 1UP on me
Like John Wick coming for me
But you barely equipped
I send that ass to Halle Berry
Cause you're fading
You looking
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and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
for a nine war
Walk nigga mind yours, of crime wars will find yours
The hot one will spot one, shock one and stop one
Crews will conquer as tough
to feed thy soul and keep walking by faith
Begged for salvation read the book of revelation
Jesus saved my soul like he promised every nation
Don't take
ready for any attacks
Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm
The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm
With the uniform of my
and seven years ago prepared to flow prepare for war
I shall fear no man you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go in one ear out
and seven years ago prepared to flow prepare for war
I shall fear no man you don't hear me though
These words ain't just paired to go in one ear out
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Look
Boy, we jackin' war, we ain't jackin' beef
Niggas wanna fight, put him in the sheets
.30 got the ray,
Smoke you, was it worth what the life was?
Just prepared for the payback because it strikes cuz
Was it worth what that life was?
Prepare for
nobody
I shot four demons
What you mean
Straight back to back
By the lobby
John the roofer by the gutter
Hit the house for the party
We up the floor
I do
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