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We must fight I repeat it, sir We must fight There is no retreat The war is inevitable And let it come I repeat, sir, let it come (Beats by Jayy) Whatcha say? Yeah why you do this, man? Are we gonna do these people, like... Want them two crowns Let's set the tone of the conversation (alright) You're all about to witness the litness of high vibration We're two of a kind, animals chilling on sight Waiting to flood your T and inside I hatin' critics who wait inside like baitin' You'll all see my greatness is still amassin' Fuel of the game, the radio station's, how can you gas him? Thirteen years impeccable versus, what more you askin' Than trendy, stylish, corporate sexy, bossy, look you can fuck your fashion I'm like, say no to passion of Christ, you niggas passionate 'bout likes Drug use is sex, you need a cashable vice An actual plan, not even at my maximum, damn The caskets you planned for 'em but have a great return policy Odyssey every year, have to battle it in the Colosseum The artefacts started back on how to rap, I'm a musuem Whenever you see him, know it's fuckin' fire, boy Rappers seeming in, vanished, articulate spanish, like, "Hasta luego" You small chops to me, nigga, our party take hoes You see the score, I just need so much more like an away goal I earn my spot protecting you niggas, I'ma amotekun I've schooled at least ten rappers in each of the 36 states That's like 360 degrees, right? I mean the circle of rappers who came to work through the hurdles Pursue a virtue, that's why I bow my head to the rappers who did it before me Like my nigga Q, I'm blessed to be part of his story Let's set it to another conversation Then you, the hardcore rapper can do for corporations This is a home invasion, it's a covid operation A crown submitted kings, now this is my corporate nation They say that one piece like Q, let's bend with the hatchet, okay I'm gon' bury it deep inside of your score Stop your hustle in motion, your whole alignment is flawed Like the real connection of the '06 Honda Accord When we fall, break a leg, disconnect from your joint Face it boys, the punches still get your face destroyed This is true in practice, I'ma school you at this Show you how to clap this, you should bookmark this Never held a gun but still delivered, though fact is Words are weapons, I let the semi-automatic glock spin Twelve gauge, one shot, you do backflips Now we self-love like Lou and Sue ad libs This is cardio for me, 10km, burn about a thousand calories Pull 74, such a healthy human being If sound mind whole mind is sound how sound can I be? But really, tell me, how you living chappy? If I'm gonna bail, I said oh, 3.0 was grinnin' at me Set me first, I'm like run to the table What you waging out now? Same beef, I put a steak on your table, you're acting like clowns This is giving me a no ID vibe This is 5G casher freeze spread with five lies Funny how these rappers want to clash on IG life The problem is, you don't get money on IG Live We just made a tape, split the royalties, we gettin' major pay I know you hate is me, I'm on the project with your favourite It's the end of days and if it ends today, mission accomplished Collaboration project will end, I can't ignore it So actually it was a tweet, that uh, Q had responded to somebody Who had asked if he would do a joint project with me and Q And said, "Ask M" So when I hit him up, I said, "Yo, bro, how crazy will it be If we could do this project in four days And put it out in a week from today And he was like, "I'ma hit up Beats by Jayy"
Writer(s): Gilbert Bani, Jude Abaga, Victor Chujor-idowu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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