Lyrics from 'Taurus' Movie
Ooh-uh, woah, uh-uh
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get a hold of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—
Look, I'm bipolar, my girl is bisexual
She eat that pussy like vegetables, hmm
I get brain, intellectual, everyday I put "get high" on the schedule
I forget letters, I need to forget ex's
I don't know why they keep on sleeping on me zzz
I ain't the greatest, it's not TBD, this industry got ADHD
If we being honest, the only reason why I'm smiling
Is because my teeth got these diamonds
I used to be silent, I be up at night in pajamas
As a kid, I grew up with violence
I've been to war, what do you know about it?
I got the scars to show
I got the fleece that'll cover the piece when it's dinnertime
I'm in a war in my head a lot
I'ma take more even though, It's been clouding my head a lot
I started broke, laid out with crows all around him
And that means he not coming home
I am a Taurus but not with the bullshit
Mix the orange soda with the Actavis
It got me hooked just like the choruses
I'm responsible for all this traffic
And I ride a Mustang, not the horses
Got a twin with me like Minneapolis
How did I end up on the Forbes List?
I'm from Cleveland we don't make it out of it
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get a hold of it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—
Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I go to sleep with a loaded clip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My grip, I can't get the hold of it
This my fuckin' town, I get high if I want to
This my fuckin' town, got no friends to say bye to
Everyday, I'd be walkin' in VVS
And my diamonds, they glitter on my chest
Ain't notice shit straight up off the dome
Got a couple bros never coming home
Richard Mille on my motherfuckin' wrist
Every diamond on me motherfuckin' glitz
And I'm really with the motherfuckin' shits
Run up on me, I'ma empty out this clip
And the judge tryna
And the judge tryna lock a nigga up
Lot of pushers niggas acting like they tough
When I see them in person, they're so bluff
And I live for this shit, my heart gon' rush
Ain't a drug, I remember had to flush
I remember I had that contraband
Came home, now a motherfuckin' man
I've been getting into a motherfuckin' band
Pop a nigga like a motherfuckin' xan
I don't care about a motherfuckin' fan
Even thought I got a motherfuckin' hand
And I don't get him stuck off a band
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to war about my gang
I go to—