War war war
Talking bout ya'll's such a bore
I'd rather talk bout moi

Do you know that cost of a.k.'s
Up in Africa
Twenty dollars ain't shit to you
But that's how much they are
Of course they gonna use it to kill a little da

Is girls, diamonds
Helpin' ya?
Don't you like my bandana
My stains hang low
On my shirts like ay yai ay
Monkey brains and banana
I'll hit you with my antenna
I put soap in my eye
Make it red so I look raa

Ra ra
So I woke up with my holy quran and found out I like Cadillac
So we shooting till the song is up
Little boys are acting up
Baby mothers are going crazy
And the leaders all round cracking up
We goat rich we fry
Price of living in a shanty town just seem to be high
We still look fly
We still like t.i
Dancing as we shooting up
And lootin' jus' to get by

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head 'll collapse if there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself
"Where is my mind?"

War war war
Who made me like this
Was it me and God in co production
My devils on speed dial
Every time I take the wrong direction

All I want is one thing and that is what you got
Sometimes I go lose my mind then I feel numb

There's twenty four hours in a day
I used to split it eight, eight, eight
Eight work
Eight sleep
Eight for play
Now I give it all it takes

People on the internet
A new life for the intellect
People judge me so hard
'Coz I don't floss my titty set
I was born out of dirt like I'm porn in a skirt
I was a little girl who made good with all that I blurt
I put people on the map that never seen a map
I show 'em somethin' they ain't never seen
And hope they make it back!!!!

Writer : DAVE TAYLOR, MAYA ARULPRAGASAM, CHARLES THOMPSON
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-Z TUNES OBO ZOMBA MUSIC PUBLISHERS LTD.