War and Peace

Lyrics

VERSE 1
Born in IB, where the palm trees bleed
Mama told me "son, that street shit ain't what you need"
But I was posted by the pier with my dogs in the deep
Blue flag in the back, tryna find a way to eat
13th Street raised me, showed me who to keep
Fake love get exposed when the nights get steep
No peace for my enemies. They not welcome near me.
IB full of stories that the news will never speak
Seen a lot of soldiers lose their way in the mess
Toy soldier marching, but his heart in his chest
Question: what's the matter? He just wanted to rest

VERSE 2
Seagulls over by the shops, I’m watching from the block
Same corner they pulled up, pressure on lock
They saying they from southside, but I know the spot
Where they talk clicked up, but they really not
Cut the fakes and the snakes, cut the hate too
Posted in the city where they lost a lot of youth
I’m counting all my blessings while I’m counting up my ends
But every friend I made turned to numbers I can’t defend
So I’m high, higher than NASA, with my finger on the pen
Writing names on the wall for the ones that couldn’t win
Y’all want peace talks, but the war don’t ever end
Welcome to IB — where the lost boys pretend

PRE-HOOK
Step outside, and it's war in the city
Blue flags waving, but ain't nothing pretty
War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing
But IB raised me, so I’m still out here bumping
I'm still thumping

HOOK
Toy soldiers, marching through the streets
Where the fake ones meet
Toy soldiers, never finding peace
IB on my back, but my soul ain’t released
Toy soldiers, laughing while we bleed
These the names that we speak
Toy soldiers, lost boys in the deep
Imperial Beach made us — now we never gonna sleep

VERSE 3
I'm so high higher than NASA. Never coming down
Off my rocket ship I'll be talking with my pen out
Sick of that old spot by the sea. You got nothing on me
Happy laughing. Joiner, moving wild out here
Opp boy getting called out with that blue flag near
Saying you got a homie from the southside trying to click up. Real talk.
With them boys on the eastside. They got pressure and stuff
Cut the fakes. Cut the snakes. Cut the hate.
In the city. It's a street. What are they one of these?
He's laughing so hard. Please
Give him a sign. But they always losing their minds
Ends? Making my ends? I really got no friends?
So let the story begin, now let it release
Y'all want peace but there'll never be peace

HOOK
Toy soldiers, marching through the streets
Where the fake ones meet
Toy soldiers, never finding peace
IB on my back, but my soul ain’t released
Toy soldiers, laughing while we bleed
These the names that we speak
Toy soldiers, lost boys in the deep
Imperial Beach made us — now we never gonna sleep

OUTRO
Y'all want peace but there'll never be peace