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Calm Down Na

Mr. Serv-On

War Is Me, Pt. 1: Battle Decisions

2000

you know something about it, but that's not me ya heard me
I told ya, it ain't bout the fame and the bitches and all that shit there
It's about being

The lyrical demon back in the game
I built my name
We ain't the same, you come up in my lane, it's over mane
I don't care about anyone who doubted me
They look

me by
should I wave/
just keep it moving
cause I'm still looked at like a slave/
They dug plenty graves
started with Treyvon Martin/
celebrated after

Bulletproof wraith on the lake
So its safe - (yeah)

Stars overhead 
Stretch ya legs
We in space  - (Yeah)

Moon outside
Its a vibe
On a date yeah

light cll systems go Foot on the sun Throw kick it over them heads Real ones make the catch Titan with the ratchet Light 'em up matches There

along
Stealing all the number ones like an Olympic champion
And I'm still held down
Judged by the future
Or maybe it's my thoughts
That made me bad

only checks, cause it's money over friends
And my money's only mine and I'll keep it till the end
Take the money, put it back in the safe (In the safe)

night pyrotechnics celebrated nationality
Blessed in never missing vitals
Hot food home at my arrival
My upbringing heavily shaped by the bible
Such

Get a dollar not a peso
Hit the haters with a drako
Put the guap in my hand
Shouldn't have to demand
Get it fist over hand
Don't have to understand me
I

tough but you choke up on your own blood
After one punch to the throat fucks you up so much that you throw up
But so what!
Cuz you know what?
There ain't

Can do it like that
With a flow so sick and wispy
And his own trap beat
Produced by his nigga T
Y’all reaching
Y’all reaching
Y’all reaching
Y’all

on over baby get a little taste (taste, taste taste) 
We both sending vibes  don’t let it go to waste (waste waste waste)
I’ve been smoking got me higher

the truth
From the pickups to the coupes
My beats bang hard as Game and Snoop
Only by the grace of God
I made it this far
Could have been stuck in the system

the
Soldier who's rollin over cadets
With explosive cassettes, even long figures
Still it's respect
Shit, I'm still a threat
That's growin with ya
Step from

five days or else they'll kick me out
Questioned in park by cops I'm twenty one it's nine past ten
Eating Dons on a summer night only thing that gets

Cause that's what you want
Cause that's what you want baby
You think you got me wrapped around your fingertip
That just ain't it
Baby I admit
Your hand

so much you’d think the mic was a stun gun
I write poems everyday like a ritual it’s spiritual
And a way to stay lyrical incredible
The way I get

you wish that you could make me stop
I'mma murder these beats like I'm Jason
You ain't really that special, you basic
I thought you were my friend, you

one
You think you have choices
You can slip by my sight
Let somebody else
Catch your beautiful eyes
Leave me behind
Leave me high and dry
It ain't going

strays, I'm finna fire on these niggas
Zo you on my team, but when it's over know it's beef
You should stand on what you say, you lyin' through your teeth

what he`s doing
See ive created and ive rose from the ruins
Keeping soldiers influenced by dropping hot shit
Face it im toxic my palm`s clutching bombs

Read a book dumb fuck I ain't explaining shit
Especially not to goofy or a hating bitch
Im just kicking hella flavor while your mad just savor it
We

face
Ugh can I breath
They're all over me
Niggas
Niggas
Niggas
I like your chain
Let me see your bank
How do you think
If I want it then I got it and no

Bitch I cook it up

Geist, poltergeist 

Bitches drinking up

Poltergeist





Move off the strength 

Yeah by my dolo

Fucking these broads

Don't