Verse 1:
Brodie got his first strap and went ona killing spree
I got n***as locked for good I know you n***as feeling me
Feeling so trapped man it’s like I’m 6feet
Buried underground so these n***as they can shit on me
Dropping two tapes back to back the streets feeling me
And you won’t ever catch me dolo yea my crew run too deep
Running zones like basketball n***a this a 223
Now these bitches loving me they really think in industry
Yea I’m flexing hunnids but I’m really still up in the streets
Of course I always chase the bag cuz you ain’t catching up to me
There was times i ain’t have shit so I just went and made it happen
Tryna dead beef wit some n***as to avoid a casket
Brodie tried that lean once now that n***a got a habit
All that gold we wanna rock n***a 24 carat
When I walk up in the room n***a yea ya vibe changed
Talking bout matching some energy
But you ain’t change

Verse 2:
And I heard you beating on ya girl stealing all her change
You ain’t ever shoot no pistol you ain’t been to no range
So after all the damn cap how you think we still the same
It’s crazy when ya life switch up and it rearrange
Paint a perfect picture n***a but you still got no frame
You go no frame n***a you got no aim
You a clout chasing n***a do it for the fame
Do it for the fame n***a this is my game
Bridge:
It’s the art of War
Shorty had my heart but she ripped it like a carnivore
It’s an art of War
Bullets flying thru the mother fucking glass
Better stay indoors