Truce
Ayy, someone fucked up, lettin' me get loose
They wanted war, now they beggin' for a truce
You just noticed I'm a problem, bitch this ain't news
It's 200 on the dash, my control on cruise, baby
Sports coupe, trunk in the front
With a bag, going fast, on my way to get the runs
Now I'm at a red light, and I'm lightin' up the blunt
Lookin' back like wow man, I really made some
I was super down bad, waitin' on my time to come
I was chasin' after bands, cause of insufficient funds
I was caught up in a bitch, but I never trust no one
I was makin' a list, now I'm goin' one by one
I been spittin' flames, takin' names
Get the fuck out the way, gettin' paid, upped my game
What the fuck could you say, I'm a king, you a lame
Better stay in your lane, I'm a boss, you a bitch
So we are not the same, I'm a baller, all water, chain peeping out the collar, want a real one baby
All you gotta do is holla, rock my own brand
Then put her in designer, let you spark the lighter, everything I got is fire, babe
Someone fucked up, lettin' me get loose
They wanted war, now they beggin' for a truce
You just noticed I'm a problem
Bitch, this ain't news
Bitch, this ain't news
And your home boy wildin
I'm bout to light the city up
In perfect timing, I'm outside
Motherfucker can't stop smilin
I'm like the sun man, might never stop shinin
I'm finally happy, man, look at the way that I'm livin
Ferraris in the garage, bad bitches all in the kitchen
I'm steady reminiscin' on what it took to get here
Knowin' we got long ways to go
But it's all clear, my uprise has them all scared
And I like that, and I'm tellin' em where my mind's at
Y'all shorty gon' mentally rewind back, she like that
Goddamn, I'm really like that, and I write raps when I light that
Mary Jane when it's tight packed', And them titties small but their ass fat
And if she hit me up, I'm hittin' right back
Ain't too involved, couple nightcaps get you right, facts
Goddamn, but in the morning I'm right back in my bag
I got no slack and no drag, I'm talkin' all business, big racks
Enriched livin' with no cap man, no cap
Someone fucked up, lettin' me get loose
They wanted war, now they beggin' for a truce
You just noticed I'm a problem
Bitch, this ain't news
Bitch, this ain't news
They wanted war, now they beggin' for a truce
You just noticed I'm a problem, bitch this ain't news
It's 200 on the dash, my control on cruise, baby
Sports coupe, trunk in the front
With a bag, going fast, on my way to get the runs
Now I'm at a red light, and I'm lightin' up the blunt
Lookin' back like wow man, I really made some
I was super down bad, waitin' on my time to come
I was chasin' after bands, cause of insufficient funds
I was caught up in a bitch, but I never trust no one
I was makin' a list, now I'm goin' one by one
I been spittin' flames, takin' names
Get the fuck out the way, gettin' paid, upped my game
What the fuck could you say, I'm a king, you a lame
Better stay in your lane, I'm a boss, you a bitch
So we are not the same, I'm a baller, all water, chain peeping out the collar, want a real one baby
All you gotta do is holla, rock my own brand
Then put her in designer, let you spark the lighter, everything I got is fire, babe
Someone fucked up, lettin' me get loose
They wanted war, now they beggin' for a truce
You just noticed I'm a problem
Bitch, this ain't news
Bitch, this ain't news
And your home boy wildin
I'm bout to light the city up
In perfect timing, I'm outside
Motherfucker can't stop smilin
I'm like the sun man, might never stop shinin
I'm finally happy, man, look at the way that I'm livin
Ferraris in the garage, bad bitches all in the kitchen
I'm steady reminiscin' on what it took to get here
Knowin' we got long ways to go
But it's all clear, my uprise has them all scared
And I like that, and I'm tellin' em where my mind's at
Y'all shorty gon' mentally rewind back, she like that
Goddamn, I'm really like that, and I write raps when I light that
Mary Jane when it's tight packed', And them titties small but their ass fat
And if she hit me up, I'm hittin' right back
Ain't too involved, couple nightcaps get you right, facts
Goddamn, but in the morning I'm right back in my bag
I got no slack and no drag, I'm talkin' all business, big racks
Enriched livin' with no cap man, no cap
Someone fucked up, lettin' me get loose
They wanted war, now they beggin' for a truce
You just noticed I'm a problem
Bitch, this ain't news
Bitch, this ain't news
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Writer(s): Jay Fanara
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