Navy Blue, Sideshow - SOUL AT WAR lyrics
[Navy Blue, Sideshow - SOUL AT WAR lyrics]
I told my mans
Before he my mans, that I'm a man
I told my bitch she can't have my time
I got other plans
Move solo no codefendants went in a jam
'Cause niggas hatin'
Got they bitch in the spot butt naked
Like the bottom of the
Pound straight shakin'
Suckin' on my dick dry, she crotch adjacent
Throatin' gasping for air
Like asthma patients
And we not friends nor acquaintances
Stop paraphrasing
And I don't need to hear you, moe
I can read your statements
You caught cooperating
Hatin' on a nigga in payment
And 'cause a rat named
Rae's Squad facin' arraignment
Bled his main ho
She went from robot to sex machina
Four five I'm packin' her
Fat gat, I'm clappin' a whack rapper
You slackin' need to pack it up
And won't get no Emmys just
Send me bullets for actin'
Niggas used to make African jokes
Now look we the captains
Now you in your dashiki freaky, spiritual rap
I cover my eyes with both hands
And pretend it ain't happenin'
Fire eyes with the sunset
Like colors my attire
Empathy within the soul that I acquire
Thinkin' about all the problems that
I never once left and I never once let it in
Better hands I was dealt
Not yours, my poor sweat blood
These projections never was i am at war
Heart thorn give a double edge sword a swing
Soaring to the highs I was thrown from
I've known the rights but wrongs
Keep their nose up
My pawn sacrificial like the goat, bruh
Make way to launch missiles at the solar
Let the Sun talk
You know I'm grateful just to know ya
I'm not joshin', got heart Villanova
Beat swingin' Bossa Nova
Team winnin' still going
We grinnin', teeth's showin'
The deep end is real lonesome and real
Real stoic i built him up 'cause he need it
You don't need me, you need you
Red and blue like it's 3D
We feed you, what is needed peace to the DMV
And peace to the whole east
Peace to the Globe reach
A steep slope is on the
Rise make a nose bleed
Balled a paper and tossed
It yellin' "Kobe"
Mid city baby, yeah, you know me
Tapestries, the great cause
Make approach seen scene
Fallin' through the sky, not road runnin'
Seen it all divide into know nothings
Do something if you gotta
My soul at war, shit
I got the face of my mama
Fallin' through the sky, not road runnin'
Seen it all divide into know nothings
Do something if you gotta my soul at war
I got the face of my mama
Fallin' through the sky, not road runnin'
Seen it all divide into know nothings
Do something if you gotta my soul at war
I got the face of my mama
Before he my mans, that I'm a man
I told my bitch she can't have my time
I got other plans
Move solo no codefendants went in a jam
'Cause niggas hatin'
Got they bitch in the spot butt naked
Like the bottom of the
Pound straight shakin'
Suckin' on my dick dry, she crotch adjacent
Throatin' gasping for air
Like asthma patients
And we not friends nor acquaintances
Stop paraphrasing
And I don't need to hear you, moe
I can read your statements
You caught cooperating
Hatin' on a nigga in payment
And 'cause a rat named
Rae's Squad facin' arraignment
Bled his main ho
She went from robot to sex machina
Four five I'm packin' her
Fat gat, I'm clappin' a whack rapper
You slackin' need to pack it up
And won't get no Emmys just
Send me bullets for actin'
Niggas used to make African jokes
Now look we the captains
Now you in your dashiki freaky, spiritual rap
I cover my eyes with both hands
And pretend it ain't happenin'
Fire eyes with the sunset
Like colors my attire
Empathy within the soul that I acquire
Thinkin' about all the problems that
I never once left and I never once let it in
Better hands I was dealt
Not yours, my poor sweat blood
These projections never was i am at war
Heart thorn give a double edge sword a swing
Soaring to the highs I was thrown from
I've known the rights but wrongs
Keep their nose up
My pawn sacrificial like the goat, bruh
Make way to launch missiles at the solar
Let the Sun talk
You know I'm grateful just to know ya
I'm not joshin', got heart Villanova
Beat swingin' Bossa Nova
Team winnin' still going
We grinnin', teeth's showin'
The deep end is real lonesome and real
Real stoic i built him up 'cause he need it
You don't need me, you need you
Red and blue like it's 3D
We feed you, what is needed peace to the DMV
And peace to the whole east
Peace to the Globe reach
A steep slope is on the
Rise make a nose bleed
Balled a paper and tossed
It yellin' "Kobe"
Mid city baby, yeah, you know me
Tapestries, the great cause
Make approach seen scene
Fallin' through the sky, not road runnin'
Seen it all divide into know nothings
Do something if you gotta
My soul at war, shit
I got the face of my mama
Fallin' through the sky, not road runnin'
Seen it all divide into know nothings
Do something if you gotta my soul at war
I got the face of my mama
Fallin' through the sky, not road runnin'
Seen it all divide into know nothings
Do something if you gotta my soul at war
I got the face of my mama