WAR

[Verse]
I'm the man (I'm the man)
At least that's what I'm told a lot, I just go along with it
When it comes to the dough, I roll a lot, I don't lie for shit
I get into all kinds of shit
And when the lights cut on, you just look around
Cause in the blink of an eye you can't find your bitch (what?)
Cause she left with me, homie (oo!)
Said she drunk as hell, just wanna level out, and just smoke some tree, homie (smoke tree)
That's cool with me, she wanna be herself, so I'mma let her be, homie (let her be, let her be)
Said she 26, like the ABC's, so I'mma give her D, homie (D, yeah?)
I'm just being me, homie (yeah)

All right, now listen up, I'm 'bout to switch it up
That booty so big I'mma slip it up (what?)
I usually don't speak on that shit, but that shit's inspirational, I do not give a fuck (yeah)
You can find me in a booth with an L lit
Hard head, a motherfucker no helmet
Hit me on the Facebook, Twitter, or the Instagram, I only smashed her once and she's an Insta-fan
Damn, I'm rapping like rapping is my only option (my only option)
It is what it is, I'm just making shit right just to clear up my conscience
And, I'm going to war, got my homies as backup and my lyrics as weapons (lyrics as weapons)
If you do not fuck with us, bro, then I do suggest you get to steppin'
Fuck all yo' money, fuck all yo' cars and yo' jewelry
That shit's irrelevant, put yo' dumb ass in the trunk with an elephant
Then makin' Instagram posts for the hell of it
And I just spit crack, I'm not selling it (nah)
And me? I'm on some better shit (better shit)
And I just put my name on lettermans
And I won't stop 'til I'm over the light like a specimen, gone