War Stories Lyrics – Meek Mill

I remember when I was much younger than now
I used to sit and listen to the news
I was the only child
Another day and another man
Wishing daddy would come home
Me and mom sitting deep at night
Uh!

It was all good last week (All good)
We linked up and made a move and now
We don't even speak (No)
It was only about a twenty piece
It wasn't even deep (It don't)
It was more about respect
Felt like you was coming at my neck
So I called it
Like a man said, it ain't really about a check
But when we drop
Lose seven grams on every onion coming back
And I can't f**k with that (I can't)
We gotta swap it out (We gotta swap it out)

He said some fly sh!t back
I told him watch his mouth
(Yo, watch your mouth)
He said some sh!t again
I hung up, then got watch his house
Caught his homie in the mall
That week and knocked him out
Think it's sweet, we getting money
But now we popping out

Ain't throwing flags, we dropping tabs
Send n!ggas rocking out (F**k them)
I ain't giving sh!t back
God come and get that
(Come get it)

N!gga hung the phone up on me
Tell the dawgs, "Sick that" (Spin them on it)
Bunch of hitters on the corner
They're like, Where his pic at? (Where his page?)
Scrolling up and down his page
They're like, Where his b!tch at?
(Where his b!tch?)
Where she live at?

They want war, we gone lay (We gone lay)
Let the money too go by, they gone pay (They gone pay)
Memorial weekend, we gone drive to MIA (We gone drive)
And when we see them, homicide, right away
It ain't no church in the ghetto
Tryna dance with the devil
Uzi on me, n!gga, I do the shuffle
Heard they lurking at my main b!tch crib
It's to a whole another level

They want my soul, they better hope I don't catch them
Rocking D!ckies on a whole another schedule (I am)
Dawg with fifty, what I'm toting is special
Might as well tell your n!ggas, "Go get a shovel"
Cause you a dead man walking from the sh!t you talking
Caught him at a late night and he panic
Hit him while he parking
Funeral, certain n!ggas crying like they was riding
(Riding)
My n!ggas swerving, doing murders and n!ggas dying (Dying)
I send my younging to do the drill while he was high
(Brrt)

Made him swerve, hit your whip, DUI
N!gga, I'd rather see you dead before
I f**king see you cry
You put money all on my head
I ain't scared, we ain't hide
N!gga, you know we hit your man
When we seen you, you ain't slide
Yeah, you slid and hit my dawg
But when you hit him, he ain't die
That sh!t crazy, when you beefing with your man and them
I used to love you, but now it's crazy
I wanna see you as stiff as a mannequin
Hanging out the van again, we offense over defense
And we plan when they play with them
My dawg got killed with his Rollie on
Forty on his hand, tryna blow it off

When I was at the funeral
It really gave me trauma when I seen his momma going on
I said, F**k it, we gone go to war
FNs, XDs, AKs, SKs
Shiny when it hit, look like a Audemar
And I ain't hear when they was talking, I was on a call
But the moral of the story is
They don't be doing that sh!t to us
That they be doing to why all
Bulletproof on all the cars
Security and Bentley trucks
We moving like it's auto-war
It's looking beautiful, another opp, another funeral
Them hitters get to staining all on you
It ain't no viewing you
Welcome to the dark side
Gun powder in your cuticles
Them boys get to grabbing you, shh
Spin 'em like a hula hoop