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Yeah
Mmm
It's war, see casualties so casually tryna settle the score
Seen settlements, in cases better don't Bleacher Report
Out element, for periodic, new place on the board
Easy to knock off, nah, you in a place of reward
They tell me do as thy will, attack the hive in a second
I will bury Sign fields, I put a pause on the era
Of cutting you slack, oh what's that
Some new wheats with neck placements and gluteus
They say I don't know how to act, hilarious just
The way you niggas paint a picture, of scarier us
You ain't scary to us, tell the listener out my way
I'ma stay with the brush, make example out you
You wanna take all of the buzz
Want fifteen minutes, I'll go ahead and give you an hour
No bad publicity, but mines don't headline as a coward
Tyson said legacy dead, guess you don't water the flower
Living rent free in your head, the tenant turned off your power
The best way to describe it since the story is ours
Since they telling the truth, I'll broadcast all the lies
Separate all the fake, and leave the phonies behind
Reporting live from the crest, all the confidential
Let's talk about your yes man, and your squad's a rental
Them aesthetics shown off, they prosthetic
Ain't shit you stand on not a block, not my setting, upsetting
It's war, bomb on you hoes, with ambitions of keeping you close
I'm in your head, and you in mines, but you paying for low
Let me get off, add your debit, I'll take what I'm owed
Because account, we know your routing despite if you froze
A Heartbeat Sensor showing all the plaque through the flakes
Eliminate all bacteria, I'm washing away
Let's check the temperature, the thermostat, shot up your way
Interesting enough, the kitchen you despise and you hate
I'm cooking it, I'mma serve em what they masking as steak
Here's a napkin, I'll be civil where, we actually relate
No we don't actually relate, it's all in casual taste
In good sport in which you lack, and yeah it's time for a trade
Michael tried to warn you, you niggas you didn't listen
37 years later, still dance, missed the depiction
Andre told us y'all don't hear him, more so the rhythm