Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FIGHTER, artist - SABA. Album song CARE FOR ME, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Saba Pivot
Song language: English
FIGHTER |
Me and E-Guy just fought 'cause his family wouldn’t stop talkin' |
We neighbors who argued often, I run, I jog to him |
Toss a jab and I caught him, he threw a left, ain’t connect |
'Cause I ducked when I came back up, I seen his sister talkin' trash |
Like, «Touch my brother, I’m beatin' yo' ass» |
(«Touch my brother, I’m beatin' yo' ass, nigga!») |
So I fucked her brother up to see what she about, yeah |
Walked away and then we noticed that his teeth was out, yeah |
She ain’t do shit, she just mad we got to see her pout |
So me and Cell, we just fought, I was walkin' and then he jawed me |
I dropped to the floor while calling for help in front of my grandmother’s house |
The next hit, he punched me my mouth, I can’t believe I’m on the ground |
'Cause I tried to hit him, I gambled, I’m ugly cryin' in public |
I’m like, «When I get you back, you gon' wish that you never touched me» |
Somehow I never could touch him, our brothers broke the shit up |
And I walked the rest of the day with my head down |
Funny how gettin' your ass beat’ll spread 'round, yeah |
But I don’t wanna fight no more |
'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more |
But I don’t wanna fight no more |
'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more |
So me and E-Guy, we scrap again |
Jacob jumped in, I’m handicapped |
Manny watched from across the street |
Then he ran up and hopped on me |
Three on one, they teamin' up but me, I never think to run |
They circling around |
Got me surrounded like police or somethin' (Woop-woop!) |
So it’s bad enough they already jumpin' me |
Then I see Cell comin', I’m prayin', «Please don’t fuck with me» |
(«Please leave me the fuck alone») |
It’s not fair and I think he agree |
So instead of fighting with them, he came and teamed up with me |
Me and Grandpa ain’t talked since I stopped attendin' the college |
He called me, said I’m a scholar, I should be gettin' my doctorate |
«Or, shit, at least in the army, instead you chose to hip-hopper |
I know how this is gon' end 'cause I went through this with yo' father» |
Me and my girl just fought 'cause I talked before she could talk |
She was tellin' a story, I cut her off with some shit |
Not 'bout the same topic, so she just stopped in the middle |
Before the plot hit, the rest of the car ride silent |
Like «You always do this,» like, «You don’t value my thoughts |
Either that or you too damn stupid to realize |
That if you don’t hear me out then I’ma feel muted |
You say that you care, well show it, I’m not askin' a lot |
I know you think you listenin' but you just waitin' to talk» |
My fault |
But I don’t wanna fight no more |
'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more |
But I don’t wanna fight no more |
'Cause I’m not a fighter, I won’t no more |
It’s harder to love myself when all these people compliment me |
Somehow it just remind me what I don’t got |
But these folks don’t care to know |
They think you rollin' in the dough |
Not realizin' your next meal is a 4-for-$ 4 |
Still feeling the guilt that Walt never thought to call |
Fightin' myself to get out of bed |
I’m fightin' myself to get out of bed |
Fightin' myself |
I don’t wanna fight no more |
'Cause I’m not a fighter |
Yeah, me and all my niggas dropped out |
Then we drove to Texas, slept at Waffle House |
Kicked out of the hotel, we all broke |
We don’t got no mattress, sleep on yo' floor |
Me and grandpa ain’t spoke since I dropped out |
Made sure on my first tour, stop at his house |
I sleep on the hotel, not your floor |
He tell me that he proud of his boy |
I’m not a janitor no more at Homan Square |
Saved up for a round trip, LAX |
I just learned it’s no risk, no reward |
I slept on the floor at Port Authority |
Me and all my niggas dropped tears |
Heart been on the floor for a whole year |
We all broke (we all broke) |
We all broke |