Start a War

[Hook x2] Close enough to start a war All that I have is on the floor God only knows what we're fighting for All that I say, you always say more [Verse 1] Tears on my face, blood on my LeBrons I'm sitting here with my partna in my arms I knew that he could possibly be gone Cause I said his name and I didn't get a response We was like brothers, used to hang tight We used to wear the same clothes, rode the same bike We even fuck the same hoes, we was the same height I played sports, he was more into the gang life He kept a 40 cal, extended clip He started stealing cars, always had different whips Shawty kept it 100, never flipped the script But I never seen the demons he was dealing with Shit happened so fast All I heard were shots and broke glass I just remember being so mad But I had to play dead until them niggas drove past [Hook] [Verse 2] Word on the street, he knew this bird name Patrice He sold a brother a couple pounds of herb and a key I know where he stay, where he serve, where he be Swerved hit the curb then a blur, he asleep My partna was a well known finesser But it hurt my heart to see him pale on a stretcher Grabbed the chopper, got the shells off the dresser I'm stressin' cause I've never felt this type of pressure My nigga hit 'em with the dummy brick special It's only so long before they gon' catch ya Do I admit what my partna did was disrespectful Do I make it 'bout revenge, either way I feel regretful So we jumped inside my homeboy Caprice Riding strapped to the home of Patrice If we get caught I know we gone up the creek It's well known in the streets when it's on then it's beef It's hard to sleep when [Hook] [Verse 3] The perfect time to do a crime is when the night fall Before we hit the corner, turn the lights off Plastic gloves, make sure all the burners wiped off And we killing any witnesses if they might talk That's when I started second guessing Is this all just a lesson? I do music for a living shawty this ain't my profession And all my niggas killers, so who am I impressin'? I feel like Tre in the back of that Impala The closer we get, my decision gettin' harder Do I listen to my friends or do I listen to my father Cause I know them niggas gon' be coming back tomorrow [Outro]