Cobra Maltase - Spiritual Warfare lyrics

Knock all the ammo that's out of his gun
Fuck the world up
And tell God that it sucked
Doin this bullshit not part of the plan
Life gets hot when I stack up the money
Bitch I get busy with choppas and Rifles
And knifes and murders
These hoes got no safety
Keep that bitch with me
These killers fuck with me and
All of these opps can be sad and depressed
Sliding and gliding with Russians hold up
Everytime I'm down I get even stronger
This AK and Glock bitch costin me four bricks
I was broke as fuck
I gotta hit four licks (for real)
Power running my life like a whole bitch
Catching thеse hunnids
And driving The Wraith they know i'm a dеmon
I'm Hell when see me
Fuckin diss me I'll goddamn kill you
Bullet fuckin holes to you
And your loved ones put y'all on a Shirt
Put y'all in the Dirt
Ima set y'all grave on muhfuckin fire
Ima murda gang killer I'll shoot everybody
I'm not a liar!
I sliced all my opps in the fire!
Bitch all these bloody murders to easy!
But fuck it i'm tryna get higher
I'm fuckin The Actress and
Killing them boyfriends
I'm pouring Lava all over they blocks
Send they ass to Hell
With the same Glock the City want
Me dead and I got
Blood thoughts all in my head
BSD Gangs with the blood on top
Lambo Trucks got vroom like that
I'm fucking busy don't fuck with me
Have same price my Lambo
Half price my Porsche

In spiritual warfare you cannot have heart
You gotta be mean and post up with guns
Protect all your homies
And fight up this war
The spiritual warfare ain't playin no games
Tell the opps they want beef with us nah
We gonna set y'all ass on fire
Tell the opps they don't want beef with us
I'm a Savage, The knight, The warrior

The time the time you die
The warriors will reign
At night I have battle cries
I'll fight for my rights!
Love will be pain (It's Lit)
Blood tears will rise (straight up)
I'll die I'll lie this is fucking war!

Praying to God for whole lotta power
Takeoff, Nipsey, Von
I slide for them legends fuck all this mercy
You bitches gon die i'm rolling with killers
We'll blow up your city bitch
Soon I get hot like the devil
Get cold like the angel i feel like Lucifer
Shoot your head up with a Barret M82
And that bullet speeding five hundred miles
Shoutout BSD them shooters be killing Cobra
Maltase put guns
To the face I'm shootin for real
I'm shootin to kill
I'll never be Gunna man I'm never gon snitch
(Rat) i lost my homies I lost my
Bitches I lost my time
But I'm back on the block though
I was so alone I had nobody
Now I'm back on my shit like I never left
These hoes ain't loyal said Chris Brown
(Breezy) and all my demon
Killers they all slide money, power, fame
They all ride
Shot opps and opps they all die
Homicide, Murda, Suicide
I die to that shit though
And you hurt me Ima get a LMG bussin
For the spiritual warfare!

Love, Pain, Darkness, Fear, Power, Grind
All the things that I need
All the things that I need
Bitch to fight all these demons
This day is the day of war me and my Avatars
And we singing like

In spiritual warfare you cannot have heart
You gotta be mean and post up with guns
Protect all your homies
And fight up this war
The spiritual warfare ain't playin no games
Tell the opps they want beef with us nah
We gonna set y'all ass on fire
Tell the opps they don't want beef with us
I'm a Savage, The knight, The warrior

The time the time you die
The warriors will reign
At night I have battle cries
I'll fight for my rights!
Love will be pain (It's Lit)
Blood tears will rise (straight up)
I'll die I'll lie this is fucking war!