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Art of War
Ché Noir
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Uh
Uh-huh
Yo
Look
I'm with some day one niggas that I'm dying for
And we all successful, this a style that you can't buy in stores
Straighten niggas up, I keep a gun big as an iron board
We both got guns, but see, I spray with mine, you gon' die with yours
These guys is nervous, I just write the verses
Recite the verses inside of churches
Sound like I'm spittin' Bible verses
But ain't no pen when I write these verses
The only time I use a pen is on receipts when I sign in cursive
Bullets flyin' like we at the Matrix
Infatuated, bitch, I move my trigger finger like I'm masturbatin'
I had to pace it, had to practice greatness
It had me anxious for the top, rather I'm first or the last to make it
A short temper, gotta practice patience
I shoot an opp and he don't die, that's the only time I get aggravated
I keep a swell shooter at my graces
His gun loud and clap faster than black mamas at graduations
Since a minor, I had a purpose to win
Gotta use your hands and your feet like you learnin' to swim
First you gotta know how to earn what you spend
Now I got enough water on my wrist for a mermaid to swim
I gave y'all hits to inspire and make y'all rich
The graveyard shift, for this, I had to take hard risks
I'm from a place y'all scared to raise y'all kids
In this type of environment where the fiends got a canine sniff
Been a slick talker before I could spell the word "dollar"
Wrap your body in a curtain and sell it to your mama
She get home, unwrap it, see your body and scream
With a note inside that say "Tell your friends you bought it from me"
I got my hustle from this strong bloodline in my genes
You gotta pay me just to talk, I ain't even smilin' for free
Bitch, all I'm droppin' is heat
I treat these rappers like they animals, you see
I'm on a hunt, that's why I'm rockin' this mink, nigga
But too many of us are lazy
And too many of us are comfortable
And too many of us have accepted pain
As the predominant feature in our lives
And what that means is that we have become comfortable
With the ills that are happening to our children
We expect them to die young
We expect their friends to die young
We expect their cousins to die young
And we are upset about it
But not upset enough to bring about a radical change