You And What Army - Bobby Creekwater

You will be a weapon

A minister of death praying for war

Because I am hard you will not fight me

But the more you hate me the more you will learn (yeah)

I am hard but I am Fair

Try this on for size:

Grow up broke

Stand in the cold with a hole in your coat

Stay next door to a woman who smokes

A whole pack of cigarettes with a hole in her throat

My mama’s in the church, high off hope

My uncle’s in the trap, my aunt don’t know

My cousin went to school so she could be a writer

Met a nigga with some money and thats all she wrote

And here I am, runnin' these streets

Trying to find a bit of my identity

Meanwhile everyother nigga I knows getting money

Ridin' in the droptop like Kennedy

Fuckin' with all the young girls I like

I could be a hater but it ain’t my right

I could could go fuck with the big booty girl, but

The whole hood hit her and she ain’t my type

I came from the bottom, like it or not

They’ll put a gun to you if they like what you’ve got

And they might break, but they don’t bend

And they don’t talk, because thats not the trend

But thats not news, so y’all won’t know

It ain’t yall’s boat, so yall won’t row

You gotta pay attention to be up on this

And why would yall pay what yall don’t owe?

And why would yall ever give a fuck about me?

And why would I ever give a fuck about yall?

Theres no need to smell, I know I’m the shit

And where I come from, nigga, shit dont stall

And where I come from you can rob, rob rob

Talk shit all day, nigga that don’t harm me

You’re gonna stop who?

You and what army?

See, thing is you only have to fuck up once

Be a little slow, be a little late

Just once

And how you Ain’t never be slow, never be late?

You can’t plan for no shit like this man

This is life

Came up broke, the game was fixed;

How are you gonna win if you dont play?

They say be humble and all that shit, but

How are you gonna be the man if you dont say?

I shall not stop, or reconsider

Call in favors, I don’t waiver

And even though I bring your hunger to a halt with food for thought

Nigga I don’t cater

I don’t talk just cause I can

I don’t let a nigga disrupt my plan;

I don’t let a nigga disrupt my paper —

Im gonna get money 'till I meet my makers

Talk my shit kick back on Acers

Walk away in the end with all that money like Idris and Paul at the end of

takers

Who’s the judge?

Judge is god

And why is he god?

Because he decides who wins or loses, not my opponent

And who is you opponent?

He doesn’t exist

And why doesn’t he exist?

Because he’s a mere dissenting voice to the truth I speak

That’s right

I speak the truth