The Grave or War Shouting Fuck You

Rap rock erupts with distorted, high-gain guitars, punchy Ampeg bass, and driving acoustic drums layered with TR-808 hits, Verses lock MPC samples, DJ scratches, sub-bass, agile synth stabs, and rapid overlapping male rap vocals, Pre-chorus features staccato funk guitar and nimble, tight raps, The chorus explodes with doubled guitars, breakbeats, MIDI keys, powerful deep-voice male vocal duet, and a soaring six-part choir—three female harmonies woven above dense rhythm, The bridge smashes with c

[Intro]  
The president is a fuck, he wants us to go to war  
How would he like to fight his own war

[Verse 1] – Proud  
From the city blocks where the graves stay open wide  
I came up dodgin' setups, turned jealousy to my guide  
They hate on the ice drippin', chains swing heavy like pride  
Earned this respect through scars, real ones by my side  
Family prayin' in the crib while I'm out grindin' the night  
Fame knockin' but I peep the snakes, eyes full of spite  
Survival's my badge, money stackin' from the dirt I plowed  
Proud as fuck, built this from nothin', hear the crowd now

[Hook]  
Jealous glares in the rearview, cars my fortress on these streets  
Real ones oath up in the whip, trust we keep it elite  
Fuck the fakes, we survive, jewelry flashin' like heat  
From the grave or war, we shout fuck you – we eat

[Verse 2] – Loyal → Cold  
Loyal to the pack that bled with me, family first in the vault  
Real ones ride or die, no cap, we never default  
But cold to the ops, spot that envy in they grin  
City taught me trust is rare, cut 'em quick, let the games end  
Cars peel out fast, mobile bunkers with tinted glass  
Come up from the trenches, now the bag too fat to pass  
Jealousy my radar, pingin' threats before they strike  
Loyal circle ironclad, outsiders get the spike

[Verse 3] – Hungry → Confident → Fierce  
Hungry still, belly growlin' though the plate overflow  
Money multiply, but I feast fierce, never slow  
Confident in the come up, fame a tool, not the goal  
Survival king, respect cemented, watch the empire grow  
Fierce like a wolf with the pack, cars roarin' through the storm  
Jewelry armor plated, city bowin' to the form  
Jealousy fuel my fire, turn they hate to my throne  
Real ones forever, fuck the war – we own the zone

[Outro]  
President fight your own fucking war ? Nah, we built for the grave let's all Shout fuck you from the rooftop, real ones, we wave

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[Intro] The president is a fuck, he wants us to go to war How would he like to fight his own war [Verse 1] – Proud From the city blocks where the graves stay open wide I came up dodgin' setups, turned jealousy to my guide They hate on the ice drippin', chains swing heavy like pride Earned this respect through scars, real ones by my side Family prayin' in the crib while I'm out grindin' the night Fame knockin' but I peep the snakes, eyes full of spite Survival's my badge, money stackin' from the dirt I plowed Proud as fuck, built this from nothin', hear the crowd now [Hook] Jealous glares in the rearview, cars my fortress on these streets Real ones oath up in the whip, trust we keep it elite Fuck the fakes, we survive, jewelry flashin' like heat From the grave or war, we shout fuck you – we eat [Verse 2] – Loyal → Cold Loyal to the pack that bled with me, family first in the vault Real ones ride or die, no cap, we never default But cold to the ops, spot that envy in they grin City taught me trust is rare, cut 'em quick, let the games end Cars peel out fast, mobile bunkers with tinted glass Come up from the trenches, now the bag too fat to pass Jealousy my radar, pingin' threats before they strike Loyal circle ironclad, outsiders get the spike [Hook] Jealous glares in the rearview, cars my fortress on these streets Real ones oath up in the whip, trust we keep it elite Fuck the fakes, we survive, jewelry flashin' like heat From the grave or war, we shout fuck you – we eat [Verse 3] – Hungry → Confident → Fierce Hungry still, belly growlin' though the plate overflow Money multiply, but I feast fierce, never slow Confident in the come up, fame a tool, not the goal Survival king, respect cemented, watch the empire grow Fierce like a wolf with the pack, cars roarin' through the storm Jewelry armor plated, city bowin' to the form Jealousy fuel my fire, turn they hate to my throne Real ones forever, fuck the war – we own the zone [Outro] President fight your own fucking war ? Nah, we built for the grave let's all Shout fuck you from the rooftop, real ones, we wave

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