I'm from the bottom of the bottom, check your sources, baby I'm a war baby, but I can't divorce the paper I'm a hood nigga that turned rich so I got Dior's latest And you know I gotta stick to my roots I still rock Jordans, baby (Yeah) It was hell in the projects, I survived the storm Got brothers in the sky, they die 'fore they born I know the worst conditions make a champion Look at my ice froze like a mannequin I'm underwater like I'm swimming and panicking Body bags zipped up like a laminate Only solution for the opps is to stay inside How your niggas say they rock, but they don't slide? 'Cause we was hoppin' out in broad day Servin' fiends in the hallway Promethazine 'til the morning Hope I don't wake up tomorrow We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da)
The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da Survived in the trenches, I'm a war baby I had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby Like the mob ties in Houston we got rag ties I pray the Lord forgive me the day that I got baptized 'Cause I'ma clutch the sticky every time a car passing by I don't wanna be Ricky or another victim of homicide 'Cause I know the soul never dies I make the chrome-chrome fly Bitch, I'm a wave, Roll Tide Bullets at your face, bow tie My persona done got her tongue tied I was taught that a legend never dies When it's time gotta let the lead fly 'Cause I'm a war-war-war baby Post-traumatic stress I know the war changed me Had to bend back but they could never break me Had to slide We was hoppin' out in broad day Serving fiends in the hallway Promethazine 'til the morning Hope I don't wake up tomorrow We was the type of niggas that would rob the robbers I'ma make the choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da (La-da, la-da) The choppa sing like la-di-da-da-da Survived in the trenches I'm a war baby Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal baby, yeah Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa