TM88 – War Stories (ft. Calboy) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

TM88 unveils “War Stories” featuring Calboy. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the TM88 self-produced song.

Tm88 War Stories

If there’s one thing that this generation of emcees has been proven to value, it’s emotional reflection. For Calboy, no stranger to bearing his soul on wax, the pain plays double duty as inspiration. It has done him well thus far, with an acclaimed debut album to his name and a position as an XXL Freshman, not to mention the respect of his peers. Speaking of, today he united with producer TM88 for “War Stories,” tales scored by a somber, melancholic piano instrumental. In other words, another day at the office for both parties.

Despite the familiarity, TM88 and Calboy have honed their respective crafts to the point where it’s not hard to hit that golden formula. “In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR,” begins Calboy.

TM88 – War Stories (ft. Calboy) (prod. TM88)

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Lyrics

[Intro]
This shit sound crazy
Oh

[Chorus: Calboy]
Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn’t adore me
Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don’t get boring, ayy
And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
We was just in the field like we playin’ baseball, ayy
On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon

[Verse 1: Calboy]
In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR
I was poppin’ a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger
I know the opps was sendin’ them shots, but nigga, your aim off
They turned me to a lil’ savage, nigga, I blame y’all
You know I grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off
All of my lil’ niggas slide, and boy, you in danger
She give me top while I’m driving, I’m in a ranger
Most of these bitches be actin’, they showing fake love
Shut up, nigga, listen, I paint vivid pictures
Niggas looking at me different, I can feel attention
We was like fifteen totin’ blicks and gettin’ suspended
Way too focused on gettin’ this money, bitch, I’m out here gettin’ it

[Chorus: Calboy]
Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn’t adore me
Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don’t get boring, ayy
And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
We was just in the field like we playin’ baseball, ayy
On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon

[Verse 2: Slatt Zy]
Stick on me, no eight ball
These fuck niggas, they play hard
Not [?] had to work a day job
I don’t see niggas like Ray Charles
I was, um, kicked out of school
Young nigga clutchin’ on the tools
But I ain’t have a clue to know what to do
Bitch, I go to school [?]
And I’m seventeen and I’m feeling used
Hurt my fucking heart, I put you on the news
Before I self-destruct, bitch, I’ma bust one of these tools
I been scarred my whole damn life, bitch, you can probably see the proof
Now I got back on my shit, I had a lot of shit to prove, yeah
Load up the clip, put one in the head, I had to show how we livin’
It ain’t my fault, we from the hood so we was raised around killin’
My heart been broken for a minute, ain’t no need for the healin’
Zeze, he really in these streets, he find this street shit appealing

[Chorus: Calboy]
Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning
If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn’t adore me
Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don’t get boring, ayy
And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy
We was just in the field like we playin’ baseball, ayy
On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy
Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job
With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon