I ain't no war lord
I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best. I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best. Verse 1: I come from the school of hard knocks, no handouts, Had to hustle in the streets, learn to stand out, Every lesson came with pain, scars on my soul, Grinding late nights, that’s how I paid my toll. Ain't no silver spoons, just concrete and dreams, Dodging all the hate, plotting bigger schemes, Lost a couple homies, they ain't make it back, Now I carry their names, feel the weight on my back. Street lights flicker, but my vision stay clear, Countin' all my wins, while I shed all my fear, Survival of the fittest, ain't no room for the weak, This life’s a game of chess, gotta play for keeps. Lessons learned in the dark, now I shine like a star, From the block to the stage, yeah, I’ve come so far, Keep my circle tight, trust is hard to find, But I’m built for the struggle, got a warrior's mind. I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best
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I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best. I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best. Verse 1: I come from the school of hard knocks, no handouts, Had to hustle in the streets, learn to stand out, Every lesson came with pain, scars on my soul, Grinding late nights, that’s how I paid my toll. Ain't no silver spoons, just concrete and dreams, Dodging all the hate, plotting bigger schemes, Lost a couple homies, they ain't make it back, Now I carry their names, feel the weight on my back. Street lights flicker, but my vision stay clear, Countin' all my wins, while I shed all my fear, Survival of the fittest, ain't no room for the weak, This life’s a game of chess, gotta play for keeps. Lessons learned in the dark, now I shine like a star, From the block to the stage, yeah, I’ve come so far, Keep my circle tight, trust is hard to find, But I’m built for the struggle, got a warrior's mind. I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best I ain't no war lord, no i ain't no war lord, but i got some ill bars for sure. comin at you from the Midwest, were lyricisms at its best, yeah, were lyracisms at its best
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