Spider Sports ft. K-Specs Lyrics

This is War

This is War

This is War

I'ma go Pray To The Lord

I'ma go Pray To The Lord

I'ma go Pray To The Lord

I'ma go Pray To The -

Okaeuh

Gotta sit still in this Process

I just made it out the projects

i Thank God when i got less

2 car keys in my pocket

I'm Tryna pop out, i ' M poppin' !

Just like uh prison, we locked in

I'm Not Ok Being Top 10

I'm Not Ok Being Top 5, so i Climb The Ladder like Boxin'

Fall on my face, when i Sin

Every time i talk, it's impress-n

South Texas, i ' M ina West-end

Can't talk to me like i ' M Less than

You think you uh stray dog

You my Number 2 investment

Cuz Christ My Number One investment

"Do you trust me ?" Is my question

As i ' M Diggin' deeper in the Brain, i' M Just mindin' my Business

Little momma be my best friend

My little brother be my Best man

I Want All The Angels in Attendance

I Want Peanut Butter in the Bentley

She my Peanut Butter to the Jelly

Giving up on her is not Easy

I Gained The Power To Fight demons

I'm uh Street Legend like Mike Beasley

Me and my brother, we chop cheesin'

Only play snippets, i Like Teasin'

Isaiah 26:3, Perfect Peace, my Life Breezy.

This Is War

This Is War

This Is War

And/I'ma go Pray To The Lord

And/I'ma Go Pray To The Lord

And/I'ma Go Pray To The Lord-

(Talk To 'Em, Specs)

Uh

Say you wanna play outside, this not recess

Rappers stay hiding, while I'm seek-n

Angels to balance out, my demons

Look

Step on a rapper

Step on a capper

I button it up, call it dapper

Running your mouth

I break all the silence step back and then watch it all shatter

Pray my life make sense

If dollars not my only payment

Free styling a way just to pay rent

Money be talkin', financial statement

Wanting a war, tell em, say when

No doctor, y'all testing my patients

Can't talk to a lame

Jesus peace shining, I put it in chains

Breaking this ground a whole new terrain

Life an illusion, we all runnin' game

Even the sinners can turn to a saint

Even the saints can leave a new stain

Know I'm from Texas, grippin' that grain

Material vices to hide all that pain

The mental is precious but can be deranged

When we all die we all just a name, Specs

I'm running to God so much cuz i Got em-

I'm running to God so much cuz i Gotta Fetish

I'm running to God so much cuz i Gotta Fetish

I'm running to God so much cuz i Gotta Fetish

I'm running to God so much cuz i Got em Upset

I'm running to God so much cuz i Gotta Fetish