War Stories

[Intro] Yeah... Self Scientific Come and please prepare for war War Stories (Uh huh) Something about life and shit... [Verse 1: Self Scientific] 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 [Hook: Big K.R.I.T] 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 [Verse 2: Self Scientific] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T] 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 [Hook]