Lyrics War Crimes - BEN410

Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my bitch
You see that shit

I'm like Basquiat, with the drop
Young nigga
Never stop
When it's hot, we slump niggas

I'm the underdog, niggas made a tape about it
Still underrated, over-hated
Niggas solid

I get the TEC, fuck a vest
We head shoting
She give me sex, plus neck
Now she waddling

My niggas on em, then he spot us
Now he jogging
Bitch I'm the best, fuck a feature
Being honest

My flow better, and these muhfuckers' know it
My dope better
Booda roll it up, we blow it

I'm a go getter, I grab his shordy, leave her wetter
But I need me women that's gon' get straight to the cheddar

And I need me a women that's gon' shoot with my Baretta
And I need me a women that's gon' hold me down forever

But will I ever find it?
Prolly' never

Where you been at? No one knows
In the booth let go my woes
I got flows on top of flows and a bad shordy on go

Niggas came from down below,
Ain't going back
Came from the gutter where them trappers, goons, and killers, thugs be at

I need racks on top of racks
Like a titan bitch attack
My eyes was closed but now they open and I see darker than black

This a long time coming, all this shit, gotta unpack
I got the flows that make a nigga catch his breath,
Asthma attack

Show these niggas, demonstrate
Know these niggas feel a way
Fuck her, I eviscecrate
Nigga never play it safe

Everything I spit be hella' cold, like a December date
Rapping over boom bap I feel like I'm a 90's babe

So much anger in my life, the fucking drugs mitigate
Shordy tryna kiss me at my show, it ain't no pda
Knew I had to elevate
Fucking up, I'm cutting off my bad friends, dead weight
I kick em like a sensei

Puffing on this muhfucking' green, talking wedding cake
Everyday my life a movie scene, I just record and wait
Sleeping on me? Hibernate

Niggas I'ma heavyweight
Coming from that 410
Check the murder rate

Take a hit, I'm floating on em, fucking check the hang time
Rey tour the world, like international date line
Every single day mine
This ain't no pass time

Killing niggas, war crimes
You missing every punch line

Niggas born rapping, my niggas was born rabid
Niggas playing tough, I know they be all acting
Eating every beat, like fuck it no more fasting

Got it out the gutter my niggas got more active
Write, record, spit it, but niggas was still laughing
Mastering my passion, niggas need more practice

Now they want a feature? I'm upping it, more taxing
Niggas think they B.E.T.T.R., I'm upping em
More passing

Niggas making music, they wack and it's all racket
Maison Margiela, red sweater
Louis V to match it

Keep it together, more cheddar, every single slapping
Keep a Baretta good fella, play and we gon' blast it nigga

Cumming on yo' bitch soon as I come in this,
Independant nigga, no I do not need no publicist
Up the .40, pop it and niggas be fucking ducking this

I can't fuck with niggas, they lame and be on some other shit
Rapping know I'm running it, I run it back

Kicking niggas, Jack Black
Swear you niggas wack wack
But hating on me, shit sad

Black kid, got it by myself and then I fast track
I'm ah put my niggas on it, sleeping like a nap sack
Paper chasing? Pick it up, you niggas ain't een' did enough

I ah rap a circle 'round any muhfuckinh' challenger
Pull off in that challenger, and I got a shordy in it
Mixing Gucci with the Vetements and throw Jasepi in it
Box, them niggas kept me in it