🔥 LOOKIN' FOR WAR 🔥

🔥 LOOKIN' FOR WAR 🔥 Style: Slow West Coast Gangsta Rap Tempo: 72 BPM | Deep Bass | Sinister Piano | G-Funk [INTRO — Slow, Deep Voice] Yeahhh… South Side shit… DSV in this motherfucker… Lowrider creepin' through the midnight fog… Ain't no love in these streets, homie… You already know what time it is… ### [VERSE 1] Lookin' for war, I'm bang on it, Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, I'm straight on it, Dumpin' hollows like Afghanistan, Raised in the gutter, I'm a dangerous man. I stay ready for the heat, never back down, Lowrider thuggin' while I'm cruisin' through town, Three in the mornin', got the streets on lock, Black hoodie, dark shades, rollin' past the block. I don't play fair, motherfucker, life's a dirty game, Everybody wanna eat, everybody want fame, Cold-hearted motherfucker, got no love for a snake, Seen too many turn fake for a little bit of cake. I'm a product of the struggle, where the nights get cold, Where the young die fast and the streets grow old, Got the devil on my shoulder, hear him whisper my name, But I keep on ridin' through the thunder and rain. [HOOK — Slow, Heavy Bass] Lookin' for war, motherfucker, I'm ready, Lowrider creepin', got my hands on the Chevy, South Side nights, where the streets don't sleep, Got a heart full of scars and the pain runs deep. Fuck what they say, I ain't runnin' from shit, Been through hell, still I'm standin' in it, Rollin' through the hood with the windows down low, Another cold night on that South Side road. [VERSE 2 — Darker, More Aggressive] Midnight creepin', hear the tires on the pavement, Life full of sins, ain't no fuckin' arrangement, Raised around fiends, dope sacks, and broken dreams, Where the sirens sing louder than the children's screams. Ain't no fairy tales where I'm from, just pain, Homies buried six feet while their mamas go insane, Seen a young boy die over colors and pride, Now his picture on a shirt while his family cries. Fuck a fake friend, fuck a snake in disguise, Seen the hatred and betrayal look me dead in my eyes, I was born in the struggle, had to fight to survive, Every day another battle just to make it out alive. Got my foot on the gas, let the engine roar, Every scar on my body got a story of war, I ain't proud of the darkness, but it's all that I know, Another lost soul ridin' where the cold winds blow. [HOOK — Slow, Menacing] Lookin' for war, motherfucker, I'm ready, Lowrider creepin', got my hands on the Chevy, South Side nights, where the streets don't sleep, Got a heart full of scars and the pain runs deep. Fuck what they say, I ain't runnin' from shit, Been through hell, still I'm standin' in it, Rollin' through the hood with the windows down low, Another cold night on that South Side road. [VERSE 3 — Cold-Blooded Flow] Blacktop glistenin', rain fallin' on the street, Bass knockin' heavy while I'm rollin' to the beat, Got a mind full of demons and a chest full of rage, Every day another chapter in a bloodstained page. I done seen the penitentiary swallow up my friends, Seen a lifetime of loyalty come to bitter ends, Ain't no heroes in the hood, just survivors and ghosts, Everybody got a story, but the dead got the most. I'm a South Side soldier, got the struggle in my veins, Still ridin' through the city with a thousand old pains, Middle finger to the world, I ain't beggin' for respect, I done paid for my mistakes with the weight of regret. So I cruise another mile with the moon overhead, Hear the voices of the homies who ain't here, who are dead, I was lookin' for a war, now I'm searchin' for peace, But the streets keep callin', and the pain won't cease. [OUTRO — Spoken, Fading Bass] Yeah… South Side… DSV… Lowrider music… Ain't no winners in this war… Just survivors… And memories of the ones who didn't make it. Engine fades… bass keeps knockin'…