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2Scratch
Performer
Drama B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Matysik
Songwriter
Brandon Travis Johnson
Songwriter
Lyrics
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Load up, aim, fire, let it bang
It's war time, ski mask on, in the paint
The way my mind going, you might think I'm insane
I gear up nigga, with the sock and the chain
Apply pressure, not aggressors, get all severed
I'm aiming for the top, where ya leader at
I been gone for a little, but the beast is back
Sir yes, yes sir, this the leaders pack
Yeah I'm ready for war, yeah I'm ready for all
Hell fire when I fire, I'm deleting ya dogs
Even if we had agreements, I'm deleting the claws
To my grave, throw grenades, if I fall they fall
All rise motherfucker, I'm the judge, I call
Everybody to the stand, let the shots go off
Ready for war, ammo and all this is that call
To that duty motherfucker, can I get that applause, whoa
Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody safe
Ain't about what you make, it's about what you made of
This the big boy league, can you stay up?
All you rappers 'bout to take a fucking pay cut
All the drama it was started by me
Now I gotta show 'em how to lead
To the death, 'till nobody breathe
The last man standing we gon' see
The last man standing we gon' see
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Times up, y'all moving in wrong lanes
You hide out, we spread out in one chain
Catch you in the center, ain't dealing with no pain
One shot to two shots, we all drink
Line it with the target, you know that I got aim
This ain't call of duty, the duty is called game
See the planes up in the air, we drop bombs
Ammo racking up like Goro, we got arms
Ring, let it ring, 'till we get more rings
Let it ring, let it ring, 'till they got no rings
Ain't a game, ain't a game, house with no fame
Gang is Amped-up, ha, from black range
Line it up in the scope, give no hope
Oh ya time is up, duck down and reload
I'm the human cheat code, that's a fact and we know
We ain't creeping at ya window, we be at the peephole
Ain't nobody safe, ain't nobody safe
Ain't about what you make, it's about what you made of
This the big boy league, can you stay up?
All you rappers 'bout to take a fucking pay cut
All the drama it was started by me
Now I gotta show 'em how to lead
To the death 'till nobody breathe
The last man standing we gon' see
The last man standing we gon' see
(La la la la la la la la la la la)
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Writer(s): Natasha Cole Darsey, Sean R Ferguson
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