bLueslides - The Art of War!

I shot the sheriff, but I ain't no deputy
He pulled me over, said I was driving too recklessly
The blind lead the blind and that's cool, I guess
Thought you cleaned up real good, but you made a big mess
Versace silks and tailored suits, you know my drip immaculate
The art of war? I master it, make all my opps inadequate
Murder on the canvas, Basquiat, Andy Warhol
Swear these rappers ain't on my level of timezone
Reflecting on the days where we had to make a way
We ain't eating from no scraps, praying for a brighter day
We ain't stealing from the shops, they ain't killing us no more
I know it's a brighter day, the love, I know that for sure
I be flowing just like the water flow from the river
Double Brim, he asked me to rap, so I delivered
Only rap about the real, I don't rap about the fake
Except the shooters on The Mantra, no shooters was really aimed
Won't hesitate to shoot you—joking, I'm just kidding
Least I'm honest 'bout it, not like y'all rappers that just be fibbing
Picasso pieces, gun releases, all that shit is complex
From the rags to riches, that's on the way to my conquest
Hollow tips and lavish trips, the cycle never ends
I'm Van Dijk on the block, you know I'm 'boutta defend
If the squad got a problem, be the first to react
For my team, day ones, I'll give the shirt off my back
It used to be I couldn't drive, now I'm featured with packs
And everybody wanna get double XD on their tracks
And I'm so humble 'bout it, no J. Cole
But if fame is your target, bro, you got the wrong goal
I know some rappers for a couple streams? Probably sell their soul
Sell my soul? Never me, because you know I won't fold
I make music because I love it, I don't make it for no bread,
Kinda tired from all this rapping, 'boutta go and get some rest, like

Written by:
Ziad H

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