Songtexte Art of War - Chetta

Modern day Picasso
Paint ya block woe
I'm off the syrup, like Roscoes
Kicking in ya door
I ain't got no time to blow
I ain't got no time to give
Pop a pain I'm tryna kill
Out of line I need to chill
What's the deal
What's the number
Block hotter than the summer
Gotta get it no wonder
Block hotter than a oven
Keep on hollering 'bout you want it
All that talking lead to nothing
All that gassing why you front
No shot, no jumper

It's a part of me
It's a part of me
It's a part of me
My whole life's dream
I'mma tragedy
So aparently
I'mma problem to them hoes
Who can't handle me
Feel like I won't ever fold
Why you at your knees
Feel the truth is untold
Don't know what you mean
Feel like

Michelangelo
Smoking Cali dope
Riding thru the Calliope, with Calicos
Finna sell my soul
I ain't got no where to go
I ain't got no where to live
In my heart a battlefield
Out my mind I need to chill
Whats the real, what the bubble
Whole life be on shuffle
Tryna chill, no wonder
Whole life be on struggle
I'mma get it all hustle
Come thru gripping all muscle
Catch me sipping on something
No tussin no wonder

It's a part of me
It's a part of me
It's a part of me
My whole life's dream
I'mma tragedy
So aparently
I'mma problem to them hoes who can't handle me
Feel like I won't ever fold
Why you at your knees
Feel the truth is untold
Don't know what you mean
Feel like

Donatello
Sipping purple hoe
Don't know what you know, but I bet you won't
Ever let it show
I ain't got no one to owe
I ain't got no fuck to give
Out of life just tryna live
All this grinding like a Smith
What the biz, on my hustle
I can't kick it with you suckers
Got me feeling like something
I can't kick it with you nothings
I'mma flip it, tryna bustle
No slipping no fumbles
Got me pluged in like a puzzle
Finger itching who want it, ah