War

This means war
When im going hard thats a mismatch aye
If you swing first imma hit back
I try to lay low and count my greenbacks and I mean that aye

This means war
Coming in hot cause my slime really wit it
I look at the bag then I gotta go get it
You could have hopped on the plane but you know you had to miss it (Aye)

This means war
Discipline imma call it wrist tap (Aye)
He lying imma call it big cap (Aye)
He gone than thats a mishap and I mean that (Aye)

This means war
I gather my pain then I hop in the booth
Then I spit a few facts and I tell my own truths
Like when no one is there you gotta be there for you

This means war
G.O.A.T you stay hating
Break it off bat cause you know its a wrap
And you talking in cap I cant understand that
Cause im going in mad
And your going out sad
Put the pen to the pad
It don't sound really bad
You stay in my lane so you follow the fad
Keep on talking that cap and it will get you banned
Boy you is so bland
Dont you open your hand
After all of these years boy I knew you was a fan

Yeah imma just do whatedo
Staying up late for my crew
Whenever I talk they say rude
But im telling the truth I know that hurts
Little boy crying sent him straight to the dirt
He started the drugs now he pushing the work
I know all about but dont say a word aye

If you know what I know then you gotta go ghost
Your boys they be really talking and they telling the most

A wise man once told me you gotta watch on ya back
And when the clock strikes ten then you know its a wrap
I aint trying to scare you just trying to keep you infoormed
Just know that there is more to rap than wrapping bout a forighn

I do what I do and I say what I want
I do this for fun so I play and yall dont
Im speaking this french like as-tu été "where have you been"
He acting like he keep the k "Ak" but he dont

I gotta ride for day ones
If you tryna join the team get out my face son
If you weren't here when we were down and out
For this bag you wont get an ounce
You saw my back you were quick to punce
Searching for a few quick amounts

Now you looking stuck imma call you 2 deers
You seeing double vision now you know that you got 2 fears
You taling out yo neck but wil not listen with those 2 ears
When you stabbed me in my back didnt feel like one there were 2 spears

Sometimes you gotta veer left and take the path on your own
You gotta keep ya head straight you gotta stay in ya zone before your gone
You gotta stop counting your rivals
Let the be disciples
Just like the perma-ink in the bible
Its out so its final

Do what I wanna do
Hit call it punching you
Aiming up straight at your front lobe
Talk outcha neck and get hit in the back imma let ya boys watch in the front row
Peeped out the hate
So I got my own plate
Then I started to rock it out solo
Thought we was cool
But I guess imma fool
See you started to break up the bro code

When im going hard thats a mismatch aye
If you swing first imma hit back aye
I try to lay low and count my greenbacks and I mean that aye
Coming in hot cause my slime really wit it
I look at the bag then I gotta go get it
You could have hopped on the plane but you know you had to miss it aye

Discipline imma call it wrist tap aye
He lying imma call it big cap aye
He gone than thats a mishap and I mean that aye

I gather my pain then I hop in the booth
Then I spit a few facts and I tell my own truths
Like when no one is there you gotta be there for you