Art of War lyrics

[Chorus: TEC]
And I can't go like the rest of them
This purple flag my whole life, invested in
Them n*ggas hoes, we show no respect to them
No remorse, demenstrate [?]
[?] we taking it [?]
[?] Glocks spray when the K [?]
[?] operation when [?] n*gga in charge
[?] don't know the n*gga [?]

[Verse 1: TEC]
I refuse to get clapped, I don't move like you rappin n*ggas
Smoke them like ciggerettes, [?] pack of n*ggas
They got my nerves bad, I'm finna [?]
Broad day catch him in traffic, and blow like [?]
Put the police in the business, pointing at pictures, that's the n*gga
They droppin M's on opps, won't drop a bag on a Master Splinter
[?] f*ck the cops, and bring my n*ggas [?]
[?]
And I told these b*tches [?]
[?] collide
Like the 4th of July, bombs gonna burst, so much smoke in the sky
n*ggas see me, shooting and squeezing, but they closing their eyes
Open your eyes
[?] whole clip out the switch [?]
He was talking sh*t, now his grave getting p*ssed on
Park the whip, we get on our feet like the Flintstones
[?]
[Chorus: TEC]
And I can't go like the rest of them
This purple flag my whole life, invested in
Them n*ggas hoes, we show no respect to them
No remorse, demenstrate [?]
[?] we taking it [?]
[?] Glocks spray when the K [?]
[?] operation when [?] n*gga in charge
[?] don't know the n*gga [?]

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
I ain't standing up for nothing, don't know what these n*ggas thought
I'm tryna bag all them n*ggas, I don't care how much that sh*t cost
I never feared no man, f*ck what they be talking bout
n*ggas act gangsta for clout, get shot, they gon run they mouth
[?] but I'm not [?]
I got a di*k, I'm far from pus*y
I run it up and sh*t on every b*tch that overlooked me
Run it up [?], [?] came with a lot of pain
I'm married to the game, I'm not the type to send a complaint
Imma get up off my ass, type to go and do my thing
I'm thuggin for [?], still down to bust a n*gga brain
Art of war, sometimes you gotta kill them for success
If you can't, f*ck it, put your whole clip in that n*gga's chest
f*ck the rules and f*ck the rap, I just gotta [?] dirty tech
Tryna up the score, [?] leave a bloody mess
Put that boy ass right to rest
Tryna go big, you get killed for the flex
[Chorus: TEC]
And I can't go like the rest of them
This purple flag my whole life, invested in
Them n*ggas hoes, we show no respect to them
No remorse, demenstrate [?]
[?] we taking it [?]
[?] Glocks spray when the K [?]
[?] operation when [?] n*gga in charge
[?] don't know the n*gga [?]