[Intro]
Haha
All we yearn for is lyrical warfare
Don’t get it f*cked up
So if you ain’t down with real music, f*ck up out this place
We ain’t looking for you
[Hook]
I’m tryna make a name, but then these f*ck n*ggas do the same
They don’t care about the music we play
They only tryna play around and get paid
You ain’t even on my lane
You ain’t even on my lane
You ain’t even on my lane
You ain’t even on my lane
[Verse 1]
If I have to release my mind, I’ma have to release the 9
Drive by, and kill you with my words
There’s no saving grace from the words that I spray
Lay n*ggas flat on they back as I spit the verse
f*ck fake n*ggas and hoes, we don’t love those
Ozones appear in the room from takin’ a toke
Bozos taking over the rap game
Over my dead body, I’ma go hard and pull the reins
I’ma accomplish everything that I promised myself
And f*ck making music just for the wealth
So all the cars, the money and the jewelry ain’t got sh*t to do with music
So it don’t mean nothing to me
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Stay the f*ck outta lane
You claim to hate me, but you always speaking my name
Damn
Is it really me you despise, or are you jealous as f*ck?
I see that look in your eyes
b*tch n*ggas will always remain b*tch n*ggas
The same way that hoes’ll never be housewives
Don’t ever try to change ‘em, never accept ‘em
Saving hoes ain’t meant for us, it ruins your life
[Hook]