War

Dm
War, you ain't even ready for it,
Dm                                               Dm
Got a bunch of crazy white boys in the back of a Ford
                            Dm                                                            Dm
With some baseball bats and some sharp ass knives that are bigger than some motherfuckin' swords
                              Dm                                                         Dm
I grew up with these kids, my brothers just drive around town look for trouble when they bored
                         Dm                                                      Dm
Got a problem with them, that's a problem with me, no problem showin' up at your door
                              Dm
And I ain't knockin' on that, fuck a welcome mat, where the hell you at?
Dm
Man I'm all up in your house with my feet up on your couch,
Dm
kill you in my fuckin' sleep, might as well take a nap
Dm                                      Dm
Boy, you should probably chill, this is real life, Facebook get you killed
         Dm                                                       Dm
You spineless so you type it online bitch, bring that shit 'round here

                            Dm
You find me out here ridin' all damn night with nowhere to go
Dm           Dm
Me and my 45 right by my side if you want some smoke
Dm                         Dm
I got that fire, best keep quiet, unless you met me before
Dm                      Dm                                 Bb
Cause I'ma ride until I die, damn right I'm ready for war, let's go

D5     Dm                         Dm
I just wanna drink and fight, and fight
                Dm                        D
Yeah, God knows that I ain't right, ain't right
             Dm                    D5
And if I die I wanna see the Lord, the Lord
            D5                       D5
Before I go I'm bringin' you to war, to war, war

D5                               D5
War, who the fuck want it? Ain't nobody safe when I'm on it
              D5                             D5
Let's just be honest, who did more, not your favorite rapper that's for sure, no comment
D                                             D           Dm
I don't wanna go back and forth, I don't even need to rap no more, I'ma giant
    D                                       D
And I ain't lyin', if I hear one more thing about Ryan, I'ma vomit
Dm
Look, I don't give a shit who's the better rapper
Dm
Who's a better artist, y'all got it backwards
Dm                                                   Dm
Heartless to argue, at each others throats like some bastards
                                       Dm
That's my brother y'all some assholes, So fuck a battle, there ain't gonna be one
Dm
Everyone's a tough guy, how come I don't see none?
Dm
Prolly 'cause there ain't none, at least not any more
N.C.
So who the fuck want war?

            Dm                                  Dm
You find me out here ridin' all damn night with nowhere to go
       Dm             Dm
Me and my 45 right by my side if you want some smoke
Dm                         Dm
I got that fire, best keep quiet, unless you met me before
Dm                      Dm                        Bb
Cause I'ma ride until I die, damn right I'm ready for war,
N.C.
Let's go

D5     Dm                         Dm
I just wanna drink and fight, and fight
                D5                        Dm
Yeah, God knows that I ain't right, ain't right
             Dm                        D5
And if I die I wanna see the Lord, the Lord
                D5
Before I go I'm bringin' you to war,
N.C.
To war

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