The Art of War Lyrics

Sun Tzu

Hoes getting run through

Yeah uh yeah

Kung Fu

Flipping bands with my thumb too

Yeah uh

Bamboo

Panda bitches on a pontoon

Uh yeah

Sand dune

They the desert I'm a monsoon

Uh yeah

I'm a contradiction when it comes to my condition

Cause I'm killing competition but

I don't do division

Every time I move boy I do it with precision

Tell me what they would do to be in my position

Breaking down walls I'm knocking down doors

Don't drop a dime on these silly ass hoes

Beam on your head it's on top of ya nose

Just hit the plug to cop me some O's

Told me 800 I copped me some bows

Quality product I'm talking like Bose

Paranoid so I stay on my toes

I walk a path that the Lord only knows

The art of war

Butterflies like I'm paramour

When it's time to score

Wonder who it is I'm riding for

They always there when it's time to pour

Would they they be there if I'm living poor

Take what I got they still want some more

Fuck it

I don't care I don't care I don't care

It's yours

Building my character guess it's my lore

Don't give a fuck bout Velour or Dior

This world turning into a place I abhor

Wish I could go back in time and be four

Before I had seen all the blood and the gore

Before I had lost all the love and my core

Speak on my problems I feel like a bore

Hopefully I can bring hope on a tour

Speak to the young and the old bout a cure

For how to keep going and how to endure

Talk one-on-one so that I can implore

The answer to the thoughts that I can't avoid

Like why is my soul out of love it's devoid

And why do I always feel like I'm annoyed

Everything that I touch ends up destroyed

I try to fix it through music and noise

Sun Tzu

Hoes getting run through

Yeah uh yeah

Kung Fu

Flipping bands with my thumb too

Yeah uh

Bamboo

Panda bitches on a pontoon

Uh yeah

Sand dune

They the desert I'm a monsoon

Uh yeah