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WAR
by And More
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Intro - Bilal, Donn T & Ryan Lane
When the words line up,
Time's up,
This is war. War. This Is War.
This is war. War. This is War.
This is War
Verse One - Chill Moody
I feel like they hopped the fence on me.
Created a wave and jumped ship on me.
Light started shining they hit the switch on me.
Sent a run play to the huddle then called a blitz on me.
Roles reversed flipped the script on me.
Know I stick to my guns they tried to disarm me.
It just dawned on me either they hating or just salty.
But ima lay it straight out no Just For Me.
Said Chill you should be on already.
Jameson for breakfast i'm on already.
Built it from the muscle, things ain't working out.
They say to trim the fat well look it's gon already. It's nothing new operation still remains the same.
Aint have to switch up my picture, I just changed the frame.
Gained peace of mind all I had to exchange was lames.
Future brighter, circle tighter time to change the game.
No hard feelings. One day we'll talk man to man, love is love, pain is pain.
I been going lane to lane, cruising endless highways brainstorming I made it rain.
Deck stacked, i'm quick to pull your card no David Blane.
You just trying to save face, now your names on my checklist, that's not a safe place.
Karma come around, you cannot escape fate. A little fun, had your run, but this is not the same race. Hold Up.
Chorus - Bilal, Donn T & Ryan Lane
Runnin' outta road,
Glass house watch out it's fallin'.
Don't blame it on the stone,
Blame it on the thrower,
Where's the god that you call on, whew!
Money still gon' fold,
So don't fold under pressure when the heat goes cold.
Hold up! (wait a minute)
When the words line up,
Time's up,
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war.
Verse Two - Chill Moody
Now the plan is to apply the pressure. Keep my foot on their necks just watch where i'm stepping.
It all got cold a lot of time and effort wasted, when they started acting like clowns, that's just my impression.
Leading the blind I gave sight. Close knit, kind of figured we'd a stayed tight. It's a grave sight to watch it all crumble, stay humble they still throw dirt on your name like a grave site.
But I ain't dead, wait! Got rid of that dead weight.
Tried to break bread, they left the table before we said grace.
A starving artist. Was chasing mills when all this started.
These bars are heartless, weak links ain't hard to part with.
Shorten that rope, stay in the game longer.
Their absence is bound to make the chain stronger.
Food for your mind sometimes this thing wonders.
Awake, like I never ate, attack with that same hunger.
Chorus - Bilal, Donn T & Ryan Lane
Runnin' outta road,
Glass house watch out it's fallin'.
Don't blame it on the stone,
Blame it on the thrower,
Where's the god that you call on, whew!
Money still gon' fold,
So don't fold under pressure when the heat goes cold.
Hold up! (wait a minute)
When the words line up,
Time's up,
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war.
Intro - Bilal, Donn T & Ryan Lane
When the words line up,
Time's up,
This is war. War. This Is War.
This is war. War. This is War.
This is War
Verse One - Chill Moody
I feel like they hopped the fence on me.
Created a wave and jumped ship on me.
Light started shining they hit the switch on me.
Sent a run play to the huddle then called a blitz on me.
Roles reversed flipped the script on me.
Know I stick to my guns they tried to disarm me.
It just dawned on me either they hating or just salty.
But ima lay it straight out no Just For Me.
Said Chill you should be on already.
Jameson for breakfast i'm on already.
Built it from the muscle, things ain't working out.
They say to trim the fat well look it's gon already. It's nothing new operation still remains the same.
Aint have to switch up my picture, I just changed the frame.
Gained peace of mind all I had to exchange was lames.
Future brighter, circle tighter time to change the game.
No hard feelings. One day we'll talk man to man, love is love, pain is pain.
I been going lane to lane, cruising endless highways brainstorming I made it rain.
Deck stacked, i'm quick to pull your card no David Blane.
You just trying to save face, now your names on my checklist, that's not a safe place.
Karma come around, you cannot escape fate. A little fun, had your run, but this is not the same race. Hold Up.
Chorus - Bilal, Donn T & Ryan Lane
Runnin' outta road,
Glass house watch out it's fallin'.
Don't blame it on the stone,
Blame it on the thrower,
Where's the god that you call on, whew!
Money still gon' fold,
So don't fold under pressure when the heat goes cold.
Hold up! (wait a minute)
When the words line up,
Time's up,
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war.
Verse Two - Chill Moody
Now the plan is to apply the pressure. Keep my foot on their necks just watch where i'm stepping.
It all got cold a lot of time and effort wasted, when they started acting like clowns, that's just my impression.
Leading the blind I gave sight. Close knit, kind of figured we'd a stayed tight. It's a grave sight to watch it all crumble, stay humble they still throw dirt on your name like a grave site.
But I ain't dead, wait! Got rid of that dead weight.
Tried to break bread, they left the table before we said grace.
A starving artist. Was chasing mills when all this started.
These bars are heartless, weak links ain't hard to part with.
Shorten that rope, stay in the game longer.
Their absence is bound to make the chain stronger.
Food for your mind sometimes this thing wonders.
Awake, like I never ate, attack with that same hunger.
Chorus - Bilal, Donn T & Ryan Lane
Runnin' outta road,
Glass house watch out it's fallin'.
Don't blame it on the stone,
Blame it on the thrower,
Where's the god that you call on, whew!
Money still gon' fold,
So don't fold under pressure when the heat goes cold.
Hold up! (wait a minute)
When the words line up,
Time's up,
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war. War. This is War.
This is war.
