RichOffE - Warzone, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Everything seem to come in my direction
I been grinding out sick, it's the perfect imperfections
That make life beautiful, thugging out as usual
Dodging the juvenile, running through the crucible
Old bitch delusional, spending bands on cuticles
It wasn't suitable for the current situation
Call it dictation, ain't no inflation
Catch this vibration, I'ma leave you levitating

Everything gone if you letting down attention
Everything gone south if you trusting in these bitches
Trust no bitches, eyes on your mission
Just keep to your own or you sleeping with the fishes
Could be keeping to your own and getting caught up in some shit
The devil know no limits, he just f*cking let it rip
Empty out the clip on your head, ain't no shit
Ain't no shit cleaning after you slipping, steady tripping
Gripping on my .9, ain't no time for this shit
Think about my brothers losing they lives for this shit
Think about my brothers, I'ma grind for this shit
Stay toking on a reefer, ain't no mind for this shit
Gotta shine for the people, but I do this for myself
Gotta catch up some time, Lord know that I'm trying
Ain't no crying like you therapy
Never catching my ass, I be stepping real carefully
Stepping real carefully
Gotta be ready, either physically or mentally
I done seen motherf*ckers bleeding out helplessly
An associate to crime, could've saved them potentially
I done had my own shit, and that fool done had his too
I was getting off of work, I had chicken on my shoes
It was quiet as f*ck, could've heard a feather drop
Feeling danger constantly so I ain't even think to stop
I ain't dealing no EMT, I ain't dealing with no coppa
Everybody running from them like they motherf*cking robbing
They ain't never helping shit, killers still out there popping
The good can get it too, they just another body dropping, yeah

(Just another body dropping)

Everything seem to come in my direction
I been grinding out sick, it's the perfect imperfections
And it's people on f*ck shit, them people at them funerals
Grieving my losses, stopped going to them funerals
Won't be reminded of the lost days
I stay in more than usual, ain't f*cking with my mutuals
It's people on f*ck shit, those people at the funerals
Grieving my losses, stopped going to them funerals

If it could happen to me, it could happen to you
And I'm goddamn lucky that I made it off the blues
I'ma find you where you stay at, shit ain't f*cking Blue's Clues
And this bitch done wanna fight, what make you think I choose you
What make you think I choose you after all that we done been through
All the energy you sent through, regretting that I met you
Running behind schedule, I played parent's role
Fed you, and then I read you, but they never know
They never know, they never know
When it finna hit, leave 'em lying in the street
Blood shutting up they vision all due to small decisions
Small decisions leave you fitting descriptions

Won't be reminded of the lost days
I stay in more than usual, ain't f*cking with my mutuals
It's people on f*ck shit, those people at the funerals
Grieving my losses, stopped going to them funerals