Lyrics THE ART OF WAR - RYAN F*CKING JIN

Everybody wanna be me, then be me
Everybody wanna beat me, then beat me
Everybody wanna see me, you see me
Everybody wanna please me, then please me
Everybody wanna be me, then be me
Everybody wanna beat me, then beat me
Everybody wanna see me, you see me
Your bitch wanna come please me, uh

Looking at my insights, damn the impressions are impressive
From MIDAS to DEAR MR WEST, I just add to the collection
Wait till I make it major independent
Or wait till I sign that deal and that deposit hits directly
Money going straight into investing
Had a conversation with my father, told me count my blessings
Everybody see that I'm the best
I don't have to talk my shit, but all these numbers feel neglected
Wait until my S&P 500 hit the profit margin
Wait until my money making money make a money harvest
Swear nobody hungrier than me cause I been starving

Everybody wanna be fire, can't spark it
Everybody wanna hate me, don't wanna argue
Can't do it face to face, don't wanna be a target
Be a pussy, be behind the screen
I'll tag you in the comments
Got your bitch on that orange black site dog barking
Build my legacy till my name hits the stock market
Insane bars like asylum arkham
Wait until you see my name on Billboard, that's a promise
Everybody wanna be fire, can't spark it
Everybody wanna hate me, don't wanna argue
Can't do it face to face, don't wanna be a target
Be a pussy, be behind the screen
I'll tag you in the comments
Got your bitch on that orange black site dog barking
Ima build my legacy till my name hits the stock market
Insane bars like asylum arkham
Wait until you see my name on Billboard, that's a promise

Call me king how I get beat, or get thrown
I could make your bitch go fetch, go get bone
I could make a promise right now, that's set stone
Make your girl leave you to suck my dick
I guess she blown away
Once she finished with the job, I make her clock out
Go away
Got a girl I'm tending to, you just a throwaway
How you think that I am one phone away
Naive bitch try to hit my line, damn
Call me king how I get beat, or get thrown
Make your bitch go fetch, go get bone
I could make a promise right now, set stone
I could make your girl leave you to suck my dick
She blown away
Once she finished with the job, I make her clock out
Go away
Got a girl I'm tending to, you just a throwaway
How you think that I am one phone away
Naive bitch, uh

Not a fighter, but I'm fighting my addictions
Fight my demons
Fighting for the people in my mind
I fight to free them
Fighting for the inner child nobody believed in
Fighting for the nerds and the freaks and the geeks
And the people dancing in the streets, tryna live they dreams
Fighting for the people in the closet, can't see
Fighting for my rights and I'm fighting for my people
Fighting for the mental health struggles of my equals
And I'm fighting for the lessons I hope life won't have to teach you
Please just read these chapters instead
Read the words that I write, Art of War, printed red
Lay down knowledge, then I lay down with your bitch in bed
Energy I'm coming with
Damn
How many points can I nail before I hit the head
How many children misinformed, mislead
How many voices unheard since death
How many people tried to ride the wave
How many shipwrecks
Fighting for the people wanna be dead, still living
Fighting my own battles for you, but I'll leave it written
Follow the instructions given
Please, damn

Oh, fighting for the paranoid
Fighting for the scared of noise
Fighting for the hear no more people in they corner
Ok, this The Art of War
Ok, this The Art of War
Ok, this the what?
Fighting for the paranoid
Fighting for the scared of noise
Fighting for the hear no more people in they corner
Ok, this The Art of War
Ok, this The Art of War
Ok, this The Art of War