Warzone

Yeah… Y’all know what it is, man.

It’s real life where I’m from. Ain’t no fairytales.

Von… huh… huh…

I was posted on the block, it felt just like a warzone (warzone)

Glock up on my hip, can’t lack, I gotta make it home (make it home)

Bro just caught a case, he called my phone, I told him, “Stay strong” (Stay strong)

Ain’t no love up in these trenches, gotta keep that face on (face on)

I remember nights, no dinner plates, I had to find a way (find a way)

OG told me, “Keep that iron close,” I had to learn to spray (grrrah!)

Opps was lurking, homies switching, couldn’t trust a thing (nah)

Every day a different mission, tryna dodge the grave (boom)

Seen my homie fold up in that room, that hurt my soul (damn)

Told me he was solid, but he told, that boy too bold (snitch)

Now he out here walking like it’s sweet, I gotta know (what?)

If I catch him lacking, I’ma— (boom boom boom!)

I was posted on the block, it felt just like a warzone (warzone)

Glock up on my hip, can’t lack, I gotta make it home (make it home)

Bro just caught a case, he called my phone, I told him, “Stay strong” (Stay strong)

Ain’t no love up in these trenches, gotta keep that face on (face on)

They was saying I wouldn’t make it, now my name on billboards (billboards)

Money coming in, but I still feel like I need more (need more)

Keep that pole on me, ‘cause I can’t go out like no cheap score (nah)

Gotta make it out, I told my mama, “We gon’ see more” (on God)

Still remember days up in that cell, that shit was tragic (tragic)

Judge ain’t show no mercy, gave my bro a double package (damn)

We was in the field with fully autos, automatics (grrrah!)

Gotta move strategic, ‘cause this life is full of madness (madness)

Mama told me, “Son, don’t trust ‘em” (trust ‘em)

I been through too much, my heart got numb, I can’t discuss it (nah)

Lost too many brothers, I can’t let my killers suffer (no way)

Told my youngins, “Make it out, don’t crash, we gotta hustle”

I was posted on the block, it felt just like a warzone (warzone)

Glock up on my hip, can’t lack, I gotta make it home (make it home)

Bro just caught a case, he called my phone, I told him, “Stay strong” (Stay strong)

Ain’t no love up in these trenches, gotta keep that face on (face on)

Huh, huh…

This that real talk, real pain, real struggle, real trenches…

You either make it out, or you don’t…

Von…