Harry Fraud - Start a War lyrics

[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 f** 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 sh** happened so fast All I heard were shots and broke gla** I just remember being so mad But I had to play dead until them n***as 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 n***a 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 k**ing 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 n***as k**ers, 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 n***as gon' be coming back tomorrow [Outro]