LYRIC
You tellin' me my doors closed
And I'm probably breakin' your bones
Take a good look at my wardrobe
Because you couldn't afford thoses
I take a good look at your clothes
And I thank god that your style ain't in my genes
Shouts to hormones
When my rockets probably four bones
There's a casket in my pocket
Don't be up in my bidness
'Less you steppin' in my office
Coming to me with shit to get me
Bitch you know that I love my profits
When it comes to conversation
That's my one and only topic, stop it
Why you startin' rumors
Tellin' me that I won't make it
I'm not sure I get your humor
I simply keep on growin'
Got me feelin' like a tumor
Shit all of that's a lay in
Got me known as a late bloomer
But I'm known as an abuser
When I get up on a beat
Tell me how the fuck I'm wide awake
But still feel I'm asleep
Tell me why the hell you stuck up in a cycle with the sheep
You wanna get up out all that
Then take my hand and follow me straight into battle with the streaks saying [Chorus: Michelle Bonacquisti] Runnin' towards the sounds of screams
Into the world of make believe
I've found I'm enchanting between this world
And what my mind conceives
Adrenaline shoots down my spine
I'm letting out my battle cries [Verse 2: Sammy Pharaoh] Yeah I'm comin', I'll be runnin' headed right for all the screams
I won't turn my back on brothers gotta do it for the team
I got my loaded ammunition
I've been ready for this war
Yeah I told you, you didn't listen
I was always keepin' score
Yeah I'm ready for combat
I swear I been on that
Y'all are way too weak
This sport is all contact
I'm making those contracts
I need cash now
Good greens, we can pass round
You ain't shit sit your ass down
Wide open on the last down
Told you all I'll be back soon
Had to do this for the platoon
Why you diggin' all that other trash
Take a god damn Raccoon
All these shows gon' be packed soon
You already know I'm that dude
I'm a triple threat
That ain't made it yet
Sing, produce and rap too, I got it
Just another war I can't lose
I can go to battle, pay the dues
You ain't even seen what's on the hard-drive
Now I'm takin' off
You gotta move [Chorus: Michelle Bonacquisti] Runnin' towards the sounds of screams
Into the world of make believe
I've found I'm enchanting between this world
And what my mind conceives
Adrenaline shoots down my spine
I'm letting out my battle cries
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