They Won the Battle Songtext
von Finesse2tymes

I tamed the wildlife around her
And the book of her past was surely closed
Now the winter of love chills my life
Leavin′ a heart of stone (- I like this)

You can't even be real and get back to your city (damn)
They still will kill you (damn)
When you make a mistake and apologize for it (way)
They still don′t feel you (nah)
It's the hate, the envy, the jealousy (fuck e'rybody)
My mind keep tellin′ me (keep tellin′ me)
If it ain't by money, it′s irrelevant (irrelevant)
I don't fuck with nobody, I′m celibate (I'm celibate)


Give a fuck about your money, your cars, your jewels (nah)
Your fame, your name, or none of that (none of that)
I don′t honor that (nah), they don't move me (move me)
If I keep it too real, excuse me (excuse me)
To my buddies, that shit don't amuse me (amuse me)
Baby, mama crying tryna fool me (me, huh)
Why you leave me when I was down?
Come back when I′m up, that shit done confuse me (stop)

But I get it though (I get it though), I ain′t with it though (I ain't with it)
Yeah, I understand, I don′t feel it though
I'm the Prince of Memphis, yeah, I′m independent nigga
I'm the hottest out the city though (I am)
They′re like, "Why you ain't come in the Memphis?"
I told them, "I studied, 'The Art of War′"
When it′s all said and done, and the smoke clear
I'ma pull up in a bulletproof Rolls-Royce (yeah)

I ain′t dealin' with feelings and pride no more (yeah)
We don′t get you nowhere when you speak the truth (no mouth)
I ain't got nothin′ to prove, I watch how I move
Don't tell no one what I'm finna do (nobody)
But I trick on the hope, and I pay for a flight
And I pay for a room, and nothing (and nothing)
I′m a motherfuckin′ player, so if anything
The bitch gotta pay me for fucking (the bitch gotta pay me)


Yeah, I'm hard on bitches (yeah)
Yeah, I′m hard on niggas, I gotta be (I gotta be)
I've been gifted from God to tell when you fakin′
You might well not even lie to me (lie to me)
Heard you paid for a hit, where your heart at? (Where your heart at?)
I'ma send your little hitters where God at (hooked up)
You say you a soldier, you been in that field, nigga?
Where the fuck is your scars at? (Where the fuck is your scars at?)

I got battle wounds, I see dead people when I′m sleepin'
Shared shock paranoia, jail bars, cell doors, rats runnin' across the floors
Prayin′ to the Lord (Lord), visitations on the Skype
Ain′t nobody sendin' kites, plenty long nights
Takin′ showers with a knife, and the price is your life
Fuck bein' nice (nice), fuck it, they won the battle. I′ma win the war
We gotta even the score (even the score), Army fatigue Dior (Dior)

I already ran up some Ms, want a hundred more
Army fatigue Chanel, Louie V smell
I do this shit for VL (shit for VL)
Big five, big player, can't take no more L′s
Free the cartel, free the cartel, free the cartel