Текст песни Fair Warning (feat. WJ) - Tmrlne

The way I'm taught to play offense could fill up cemeteries
Where I just defend the block where the bus don't come around
Yo It ain't healthy for us now
We tryna build up wealth maybe a girl to hold us down
But we below the belt bbq like tysons got a round
I ain't tripping on y'all now
Sky's the limit
Boy aspirations take me to these nations
Where talent ain't gonna stop them from ever seeing brown
Where equality a thing that bring a leader crashing down
I mean its all facts
Dawg I don't make tracks
Dawg they kinda flow through like a perc stashed behind the trash
I close your eyes and take you back
To the times when home mean home
And judgement for your parent Shit all came behind closed doors
Niggas brave now send a tweet then hit the underground
I trace a ip
I'm talking home in that space and time
Cuts faded but the girls still know you the cutest round
Couch jumping fan spinning
Mommas friend smoking in the kitchen
Daddy never like that shit, but this Saturday he chilling
Guess his sports on the way he delve deep in them games
He got stories for every player like he knew em as children
I'm enticed momma gossip tip my ear to the right
That English ruff but I hear that laugh today promise I'd cry
It's been so long from the days when home was just home
it's been hard to roam to roam since Rome ain't just Rome
But like the romans do we go and call this new shit our home

I told dawg that imma finish this song
Like In a minute or sum
Been a while since I've really been in it for long
That's okay cuz she already drippin, I'm like that
In a couple of days I'm right back
She told me that she already miss it Come pipe this
Nah, she ain't like this
Let's change the topic I profit
I foresaw that all this money gon come so I got this
Now watch the time switch
1, 2 okay
And I'm back in the field of losing
It's funny, y'all not really true to me
Usually I got a few problems when
People not cool wit me
A few things that I haven't proved to me
And usually I kick it up a notch like I'm Bruce lee
No more love cycles like I'm Toosii
Can't slide in cuz I'm choosy
When I'm eaten good know the crew eats
Niggas smokin up on all the loose leafs
Man I'm jotting down on some loose leafs
You see
I ain't gotta stay blunt but I'm plotting
Even Batman came wit robin
That explains imma steal to the game
All of my shots come straight from revolvers
Chambers is inked up wit da pen
Painted my Vision within
Repetitive thoughts
Again and again
I'm tellin myself get the win get the win
Like ever since I've got hot save the birth date
Had to slide wit some bars doin word play
Watched the circle around me
They'll put u In yo worse shape
Turn yo ass to a target, they been shot you "bow" in the first place
And you were never in first place
Now Niggas is dead
No matter what the shirt say
That'll throw you back into a what? Like Another Thursday
I give a few punches, one for the mouth I know u thirsty, hoe