Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Onefour
Onefour
Performer
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Rap
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jerome Misa
Jerome Misa
Songwriter
Spencer Magalogo
Spencer Magalogo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HollaBack Beats
HollaBack Beats
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(My brothers are ready for war, your brothers are ready to run)
(Tryna say sorry for what? The damage is already done)
(I got to flip to get folded, that 'round the corner just rolled in)
(Tryna come around, should’ve polled him)
[Verse 2]
We got a bunch of thugs on set
Next you’re here, they’re gon’ vet
Gettin’ treated for a torn chest
Bleedin’ heavy from their raw flesh
Seventy, sixty, how can a flip get CG?
You talkin’ smoke, then it ain’t a joke
That we keep them packed like a CP
Check yourself how you act, Mac
An L for you, you can’t hack that
Rusty toys in the backpack
You last as long as a Snapchat
I got ten steppin’ with ten weapons
You disappearing in ten seconds
If you get away, in a better place
You must really have ten blessings
[Verse 3]
Talkin’ out of their rectum
Left us dirty, gave us no choice so we just wacked him
Ran up on him with no question
Don’t mind to see you catch up
One, two, to that ten
Watch the boys grin that run from the cops
For you owe my brother’s a lot
Doing time for the set
Leavin’, castin’ up, breathin’ for a reason
Takin’ out that threat
Enemies caught left bleedin’ while sleepin’
Done without a sweat
Opposition left scar, makin’ sure they don’t forget
I pray they don’t forget
[Verse 4]
My brothers are ready for war, your brothers are ready to run
Tryna start early for what? The damage is already done
Just step out that knife in your mouth, GW is wantin’ to bow
We lookin’ to rise so we can see doubt
They already know what Manny’s about
[Verse 5]
Do-do-do you really wanna sell to a top right?
Do you really want to test us?
Quick lad like me with a crazy idea just above our buster
Don’t you dare try to look into my strin
You don’t want to get caught, you turnin’ seventy into a crime scene
So I suggest you stop, my whole team, they all mental
Lads serious, they’ve all lost it
Don’t you dare, they’ve given a line not to cross it
And I’m pretty sure all of them crossed it
The police department’s knocking on my front door
Tryna turn my fort into a hostage
Who are you hiding now? The cops finding out
Which lads are playing these games
You snitching up and we findin’ out, so it’s best you stay in your lane
[Verse 6]
My brothers are ready for war, your brothers are ready to run
Tryna start early for what? The damage is already done
Just step out that knife in your mouth, GW is wantin’ to bow
We lookin’ to rise so we can see doubt
They already know what Manny’s about
[Verse 7]
(My brothers are ready for war, your brothers are ready to run)
(Tryna say sorry for what? The damage is already done)
(I got to flip to get folded, that ‘round the corner just rolled in)
(Tryna come around, should’ve polled him)
Written by: Jerome Misa, Spencer Magalogo
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