[Verse 1: West Coast Gillie]
Blood, sweat, and tears held me abroad with it
Wartime, I take the game serious that bush ends on your time
Tell the troops stand down, I’m solo on the frontline
I fought with God, I know they hate me, I don’t mind
The fact that I’m an enemy, could be ‘cause your energy
I been the type to have no footage for documentaries
I’m at peace with y’all divorce, I’ll dismantle it
Battling myself not knowing what’s meant to be
The jungle gets mighty rough, lionheart
What you stand for is what sets apart
I can lead you to the lake, will you drink the water?
Shit, here’s a quarter-pound just to get you started
[Hook: Sneek Rothstein]
You can catch me in the warzone see me getting stacks
We only chase chips, I’m talking stupid racks
Only tote extended clips in the bottom of the gats
You can catch me in the warzone, meet me in the trap
Catch me in the warzone see me getting stacks
We only chase chips, I’m talking stupid racks
Only tote extended clips in the bottom of the gats
You can catch me in the warzone, meet me in the trap
[Verse 2: Sneek Rothstein]
Automatic gunfire
Knock the guts out his papaya
I’ll be higher
Squeeze on you liars
Flesh burning like fryers
I’m know as the king but you can call me sire
Watch how you talk, on a wire you never know who’s listening
I bless the block like a Christman
High sun rays, heavy blistering
Neighbors looking like “Not him again”
Every day it’s the same shit, huh
Another body down another enemy to hit
I made a call to his mama, told her make sure the tux fit
Welcome to the gravel pit
Rothstein stay on some other shit
[Hook: Sneek Rothstein]
You can catch me in the warzone see me getting stacks
We only chase chips, I’m talking stupid racks
Only tote extended clips in the bottom of the gat
You can catch me in the warzone, meet me in the trap
Catch me in the warzone see me getting stacks
We only chase chips, I’m talking stupid racks
Only tote extended clips in the bottom of the gat
You can catch me in the warzone, meet me in the trap
[Verse 3: Diar Lansky]
There’s a war going on outside, my man escaped from
Shit let me blaze one, homie you can take one
Where I’m from, see this driver don’t stop
But that’s the least of our worries, like these motherfucking cops
See the struggle is real, chill before I catch a real feel
We’d haunt you real deal, pause and get death chilled
I serve MCs and go all the way up
On my French Montana shit, homie I’m all the way plush
Pretty much had enough of your hate, it’s so simple
Off the top I be hot off these rap instrumentals
Matter fact, don’t respond, you probably lack the credentials
When you speak on my name my fame gone already hit you
My shit pop like pimples, in the warzone, no issue
My pencil my fade and show the weak what this real do
D-I-E ‘fore I spell it out in clean letters
Rest in peace to badass, life’s crazy it gets no better
Survive the realest, live a lie, don’t feel this
I’m just chopping game, gangster on the mic with gorillas
In the jungle, observe them drug deals and scuffles
So you had to hustle, all my life I’ve never buckled
I’m hard-headed, I’ve been vetted so give me credit
You been debted, ‘nonfactor’ I’m the one that said it
I been like the butcher, benefactor like Griselda moms
Stick you with the dirtiest batch, and watch your mind unwind
Well that was gangbanging
If you wasn’t from my hood you don’t come to my hood
If you come to my hood and you don’t know nobody in my hood then you can die
[Hook: Sneek Rothstein]
You can catch me in the warzone see me getting stacks
We only chase chips, I’m talking stupid racks
Only tote extended clips in the bottom of the gat
You can catch me in the warzone, meet me in the trap
Catch me in the warzone see me getting stacks
We only chase chips, I’m talking stupid racks
Only tote extended clips in the bottom of the gat
You can catch me in the warzone, meet me in the trap
