Artist: Trife Da God
Album:  n/a
Song:   War Scarz
Typed By: pneumatic

[Intro: Trife Da God]
Yeah yeah, Uh huh,
Real talk yall, True story live in the makin,
May 29th, 1999, That was the day 12 AM was the time,
Knowhatimsayin, Feel me out on this one,
Listen closely, Pay attention.

[Trife Da God]
Ayo, I wonder what people think when they see the scar on my neck, 
Is he blood, Is he crip, Is he part of a set, 
Did he get it on the street or did he get it in jail, 
I go through the same shit, I'm just your typical male,
When people asked I used to get offensive,
And I never paid the hospital bill cause that shit was expensive,
On top of that, Niggas tried to profit off that,
Tried to get me for my chain cause my pockets was flat,
Felt the razor penetratin my skin,
Had to block my grill piece so they couldn't rip my face from the chin,
I caught 40 stitches, Rapped up leavin the ER,
Thinkin to myself like damn, This couldn't be God,
I felt niggas tried to disrespect me,
But when it's all said and done bitches still find me sexy,
They caught me slippin on a deuce, Far from a coward,
But I was overpowered, I was missin my troops,
Out number like 6 to 1, Wishin that I had my gun,
Me and my baby moms, Chillin we was havin fun,
But how could I complain,
When I was 5 inches from death, The blade almost ripped my jugular vein,
Old earth by my side tryna comfort the pain,
But when a nigga doin dirt I guess it come with the game,
So I took it as a lost, Held that and brushed it off,
The cops stated that it was gang related in the reports.