CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Ballads
Wasn't used to taking orders if I'm rude, my apologies
I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power
So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist
More money, more problems
That's a tough pill to swallow if you ain't about that sh*t that you be talkin'
Three holes in his head, bowling balled him
Who's brawling, nah
You calling God but sh*t me too he gotta hear one of us
I can give him a chance to meet you if you if you wanna
Cool Cat backing that cone up, ooh, I got a boner
Please show me my opponent
You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus
1-1, 2 shots, that's a bonus
Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses
Try wearing off-knocks, n***as popular with Junior
n***a I been hungry, for a time I was homeless
I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment
Atonement in my tone
Ownership is the only sh*t I've been voyaging
Voices in my head and then I go record it
I've been ordered by the lord
Kill the beat, beat a dead horse
Ill swordsman, sportsmanship
That's horsesh*t, copious corpses
Outsourcing for resources
You got a gun, we got assortments
They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces
And we rejoice when real n***as lift their voices for the voiceless
*Argument and chaos*
I never been a follower, I'm addicted to the power
So I've studied the remains of the game, I'm an archaeologist
More money, more problems
That's a tough pill to swallow if you ain't about that sh*t that you be talkin'
Three holes in his head, bowling balled him
Who's brawling, nah
You calling God but sh*t me too he gotta hear one of us
I can give him a chance to meet you if you if you wanna
Cool Cat backing that cone up, ooh, I got a boner
Please show me my opponent
You and your homie, he with you, that's a bonus
1-1, 2 shots, that's a bonus
Never had squat, tried keeping up with the Joneses
Try wearing off-knocks, n***as popular with Junior
n***a I been hungry, for a time I was homeless
I honed in my skill, sharp sword swings along for the moment
Atonement in my tone
Ownership is the only sh*t I've been voyaging
Voices in my head and then I go record it
I've been ordered by the lord
Kill the beat, beat a dead horse
Ill swordsman, sportsmanship
That's horsesh*t, copious corpses
Outsourcing for resources
You got a gun, we got assortments
They make appointments, joint rolling, join forces
And we rejoice when real n***as lift their voices for the voiceless
*Argument and chaos*
