War
Hook
Yea i walk up in this b*tch like who want war wit me
Yea i got this sh*t an lock b*tch an i destroyed the key
I have no limits f*ck around they call me master P
Stay in yo lane b*tch
If you don’t give brain b*tch
This that fullersh*t
I gotta represent
The flow give em hell
Bars heaven sent
On a Sunday morning sharper than yo reverend
The way I’m cooking up they they think a n*gga out here catering
Verse 1
I keep my grass cut keep a eye out for the snakes
Rolling up all these leaves i think i need rake
You n*ggas sleep i wake an bake while i get the cake
I paper chase while u you weight like you out of shape
Whole up bag bk let me talk my sh*t
How you hustling but you ain’t out here taking care yo kids
How you broke but you out here worrying bout a b*tch
You down bag gotta dig ya self up out the ditch
Oh you thug now
You got ya 44
You be quick to tell a n*gga he don’t smoke
You be quick to rob a n*gga when ya pockets low
Till you on the news an no money for a funeral
This no cap no rap my n*gga this real spill
Bro you gotta chill Before somebody eat killed
U ain’t gotta prove that you that you tough guy
Cuz I’m school everybody knew u wasn’t that guy
Hook
Yea i walk up in this b*tch like who want war wit me
Yea i got this sh*t an lock b*tch an i destroyed the key
I have no limits f*ck around they call me master P
Stay in yo lane b*tch
If you don’t give brain b*tch
This that fullersh*t
I gotta represent
The flow give em hell
Bars heaven sent
On a Sunday morning sharper than yo reverend
The way I’m cooking up they they think a n*gga out here catering
Verse 2
This that fullersh*t
I gotta say it once again
If u ain’t bout that action baby
Then imma f*ck ya friend
An with pen
A can write a n*gga death wish
I’m a problem
Like a question on a test b*tch
Take em to school
I do #s like it’s algebra
I couldn’t find my ex
When sh*t was gettin hard for us
Every time see her
She turn into Mrs officer
She try cuff me
Don’t touch me
Ain’t no love ya
My heart cold
So stone cold
I had to stunt on her
On the paper chase like a track meet
I had to run it up
A few n*ggas i had to subtract just to sum it up
Crabs in a barrel but somehow i still b coming up
I don’t trust ya when it come to my hustle
I’m in grind mode
I ball hard
So when i travel
Different time zone
Call the plug
Get me some weed
An get mine blown
Call my b*tch
Get some head
Then I’m gone