Lyrics War Torn - Thi'sl, Fiend

War Torn

I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
They perc’d up, talkin' slick talk
Activis, that’ll make 'em lift off
Say only feel for the kickoff
Shooters on the court for the tipoff
When it’s playin' time, runners criss-cross
Hopin' that the pass get picked off
Bullets make 'em jump like Kris Kross
Thugs war red like Rick Ross
Oh, no, no, no, oh
Them boys comin' with them Dracos
Mama yellin', «Get from by the window»
Guess they ain’t even war torn, it’s cold
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
Why you rappin' 'bout yo' Tom Fords?
They done knocked him outta his Concords
They’ll come through and they’ll shoot for us
Like they puttin' points on a scoreboard
My whole city been war torn
They clappin' like it’s a encore
But you don’t get no encore
With 6 shots through them car doors
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, oh, Lord (oh, Lord)
Them boys, them boys, them boys (them boys)
We don’t wanna loose our
But now they even startin' to kill our ladies
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
Yeah, Father, forgive 'em, they came to clip off my angel wings
As I’m buff and they bluffin' borders
They too gritty like Mac, Mega, but maybe Link
to the I never said a thing (get to it)
Walk in the Light, I’m talkin' sense
Hee, ha
Just got versed in Levi’s
Preacher bro with the T sides
I ain’t a banger, but could get you 3 eyes
In yo' city where the good
Workin' for Tekken, you finessed the finessin'
Gettin' mulah under pressure, rims are tied, could dress 'em, uh
Young King Thi’sl worth a Word, get cheddar
Not just, upon Yo' Word, could live forever and I feel so way up
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run
I don’t wanna die young
I don’t wanna die young
Where I’m from, everybody in my city got a gun
They 'bout to catch a body, already on the run