Big K.R.I.T., Self-Scientific - War Stories lyrics

Yeah self Scientific
Come and please, prepare for war
War Stories (Uh, huh)
Something about life and shit

Little Dony been hustling since he was 11
The name sake of his pops
An Old G hood legend
Big Dony was a rider so he felt that
Pressure to be a rider just like him
Long as he could remember
A very short period of time
Life all change once since his pops
Got life when he was 9
Moms had a very hard time
Keeping Dony in line
She can see he would start to show signs the
Product of a father who cares but ain't there
Who build a set niggas repped
And Dony was right there
She worked nights so little
Dony was left with
A promiscuous auntie and his crazy uncle Jeff
Jeff is a gangster
People call him Jay he became
A role model once dony run away
But Jay the wrong nigga to betray
Jay don't do nothing than fuck
Bitches and serve all day
Dony got influenced by the cake
He was only 10
When stole his first 8 ball from Jay
And gave it his aunt's friend, Fay who said
"I should tell Jay" but gave
Him 50 dollars away
So this is how Dony spent most of his days
Needless to say he's still
Hustling until this day

How can we survive (survive man)
When they ain't making no way
For us to get out (til you out the door)
In the streets is no glory
Just another war story

Lil Tasha been hustling since she was a teen
A product of a prostitute and
A father she never seen
On top on being a ho
Moms was a fiend so Tasha was raised in
A group home where she met Jean
Jean was 17 and the oldest in the house
Her and Tasha formed a bond
Just seeking a way out
Jean had a man named Slim
Slim was 21 drove a benz
And was a neighborhood pimp
He would make Jean turn tricks
He even convinced Jean to get Tasha
Caught up in the mix
Tasha took tuning like a pro
So Slim dropped Jean
Kept Tasha cause she made a better ho
Tasha got influenced by the
Street and low self-esteem
Kept her spiraling until she got bleak
So like her mom she too became a fiend
Now little Tasha is old Tasha
Doing the same thing

How can we survive (survive man)
When they ain't making no way
For us to get out (til you out the door)
In the streets is no glory
Just another war story

War stories tell the toll most
Pay what they soul live Fast and Die Young
Like who needs to be old
Pride ourselves on the jewels and
The freshest of clothes
And tap dance for materials on
The tightest of ropes
Let me see your drive that
Benz through heaven's doors
No nigga, those rims can't handle that road
Poverty will make you do
Some strange things player
Steal out your mama purse while
She was hard at work
We pray so hard in church
Clap till our hands hurt
Let the preacher touch our
Foreheads hoping it work
Get the devil up off me why don't you
Can't let the sins of my
Mom and father haunt me
You know that ill advice you get sometime
When they feel better with each other and
They can't see eye to eye
Cause they get by to by and
That means check to check
And you just wanna be free
Scared of what what comes next

How can we survive (survive man)
When they ain't making no way
For us to get out (til you out the door)
In the streets is no glory
Just another war story