War Torn - Thi'sl, Fiend

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