You heatin' up Lavish
I was like sixteen when I got my hand on my chopper, they killed my father
So it's war like Israel versus Gaza, be hard to swallow
When it's bodies on the pages you follow
Seeing war like every day, that shit gonna make me a monster
I be like who decides war?
This is where niggas get murdered just from walkin' to the store
You ever really lose a homie? You gotta walk into the morgue
And still be strong with his mother while she fallin' on the floor
Knowin' damn well you wanna fall out with her, but it's war
Out in Haiti, they kill ladies and the babies, what it's for?
If they show it on the news, they say it's gangs, tell us more
Tell us why if our people goin' crazy tryna die
Make it out the hood, then go to the army, need nine lives
Only got like four left, they tried to kill me five times
They gonna laugh if you fail, but if you win, it's high fives
And you wonder why I be lookin' all funny with the side eye
I'm like who decides war?
I'm at war with myself in the mirror like "Are you sure?"
Selling raw, I was takin' a risk for a Roc Velour
And some brand new forces, it's crazy they locked my door
I'm at war with the system now 'cause I wanted some clothes
I'm at war with these people now 'cause I wanted the Rolls
'Cause I wanted my family out the hood, where they suppose
I want war with everybody that say I supposed had to owed
I'm like who decides war?
Thinkin' to myself like "Who decide to give the shooter a bomb?"
Crush a buildin', kill a whole family like a group of five
Go back to your family like you good, and then you lose your mind
Who decide? (Who decides war?)
When you all alone, and it's you and God
And you the one gettin' scrutinized
Youngin' sixteen, ain't even get to do a prom
They buried him in a Dickie, he was scared to wear a suit and tie
Jail cells, graveyard, this shit always do or die
I told my dawg chase his dreams, he like, "Who am I?"
I seen them yurkies share the dreams between you and I
All that depression, he didn't even mean to commit suicide
Who decide who gonna make it out, or who should die?
See a good nigga go broke and then lose his mind
For trying to have too much remorse about who's alive
Who decides war?
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