Starlito - At War With Myself lyrics
[Starlito - At War With Myself lyrics]
We gone free Big Guy & Red Dot on this one
Them niggas ain't us
That's the same reason they hating
I'm just like you my nigga, only difference
I'm not waiting on nobody for nothing
Either they riding or it's fuck em! I
Promise all I think about is
Pussy & money, that's my influence
I do what the fuck I want
When I want to do it
Real ass nigga dawg don't
Even mention my music
I advise only the real ride to
It, they try but I do it
Oh, I ain't introduce myself my bad
It's Lito
I do it bigger they the iPhone I'm the iPad
Once i shoot this bitch off a tripod
Can't stop the bleeding
Better try a pad ol' pussy ass nigga
I could've been done through my life away
I guess God spared me
I'm rapping with hell's fury
Ain't none of this imaginary
I'm at war with myself
So nigga fuck you I'm at war with myself
Idk what to do, I'm at war with myself
Before I go any further, let me ask you this
What satisfies you
What would you be satisfied by?
I mean i've given my best, had sat on
Spit back
As if it wasn't my original thought
I mean the streets held my
Mind captive for so long
It don't matter what label you place on me
Gifted, goofy, whatever, I'm bold I'm honest
This just how I solve it, I'm gone rap
I'm gone get back to that
Cause that's what I'm here for right now
But b-but i hope you find you a purpose
Cause it's a lot of motherfuckers that's lost
And I say that meaning not
Knowing where they going
And not winning even by
Charlie Sheen standards
I get high, but sometimes
(Nigga Fuck You) other times I get even lower
I wake up grab the tool
Before I hit the snooze, rather be on MTV
Shidd I done did the news
Guess we was never cool
Don't get this shit confused
Don't want to fit in your shoes
If it's little me & bigger you
That's fine, i was still riding
I was just trying to get what was mine
Wish niggas stop lying
Cause my niggas keep dying
& the way the state been giving out time
To a nigga that's rich
Ain't gotta touch shit
I ain't gotta touch shit
Might not mean nothing, but I'm
Living out my rhymes, forget it I resign
In just they print it I ain't say resign
Niggas might not owe me nothing
But until the rap game show
Me different I'm fine
Look I ain't gotta rhyme
& I don't give a fuck if I ain't gotta dime
I ain't gotta stand in line
Got the kind of talent you
Should be trying to sign not trying to rob
& if I'm not unsigned then it's
A glitch in the matrix
& I don't wanna talk, & to
My nigga Red Dot fuck it, i'm going off
I'm at war with myself
I'm at war with myself
(think i give a fuck about you)
Them niggas ain't us
That's the same reason they hating
I'm just like you my nigga, only difference
I'm not waiting on nobody for nothing
Either they riding or it's fuck em! I
Promise all I think about is
Pussy & money, that's my influence
I do what the fuck I want
When I want to do it
Real ass nigga dawg don't
Even mention my music
I advise only the real ride to
It, they try but I do it
Oh, I ain't introduce myself my bad
It's Lito
I do it bigger they the iPhone I'm the iPad
Once i shoot this bitch off a tripod
Can't stop the bleeding
Better try a pad ol' pussy ass nigga
I could've been done through my life away
I guess God spared me
I'm rapping with hell's fury
Ain't none of this imaginary
I'm at war with myself
So nigga fuck you I'm at war with myself
Idk what to do, I'm at war with myself
Before I go any further, let me ask you this
What satisfies you
What would you be satisfied by?
I mean i've given my best, had sat on
Spit back
As if it wasn't my original thought
I mean the streets held my
Mind captive for so long
It don't matter what label you place on me
Gifted, goofy, whatever, I'm bold I'm honest
This just how I solve it, I'm gone rap
I'm gone get back to that
Cause that's what I'm here for right now
But b-but i hope you find you a purpose
Cause it's a lot of motherfuckers that's lost
And I say that meaning not
Knowing where they going
And not winning even by
Charlie Sheen standards
I get high, but sometimes
(Nigga Fuck You) other times I get even lower
I wake up grab the tool
Before I hit the snooze, rather be on MTV
Shidd I done did the news
Guess we was never cool
Don't get this shit confused
Don't want to fit in your shoes
If it's little me & bigger you
That's fine, i was still riding
I was just trying to get what was mine
Wish niggas stop lying
Cause my niggas keep dying
& the way the state been giving out time
To a nigga that's rich
Ain't gotta touch shit
I ain't gotta touch shit
Might not mean nothing, but I'm
Living out my rhymes, forget it I resign
In just they print it I ain't say resign
Niggas might not owe me nothing
But until the rap game show
Me different I'm fine
Look I ain't gotta rhyme
& I don't give a fuck if I ain't gotta dime
I ain't gotta stand in line
Got the kind of talent you
Should be trying to sign not trying to rob
& if I'm not unsigned then it's
A glitch in the matrix
& I don't wanna talk, & to
My nigga Red Dot fuck it, i'm going off
I'm at war with myself
I'm at war with myself
(think i give a fuck about you)