Art of War - Chetta

Modern day picasso

Paint ya block woe

Im off the syrup

Like roscoes

Kicking in ya door

I ain’t got no time to blow

I ain’t got no time to give

Pop a pain im tryna kill

Out of line I need to chill

Whats the deal

Whats the number

Block hotter than the summer

Gotta get it no wonder

Block hotter than a oven

Keep on hollering bout you want it

All that talking lead to nothing

All that gassing why you front

No shot no jumper

It’s a part of me

It’s a part of me

It’s a part of me

My whole life’s dream

Ima tragedy

So aparently

Ima problem to them hoes

Who can’t handle me

Feel like I won’t ever fold

Why you at your knees

Feel the truth is untold

Don’t know what you mean

Feel like

Michelangelo

Smoking cali dope

Riding thru the calliope

With calicos

Finna sell my soul

I ain’t got no where to go

I ain’t got no where to live

In my heart a battlefield

Out my mind I need to chill

Whats the real

What the bubble

Whole life be on shuffle

Tryna chill

No wonder

Whole life be on struggle

Ima get it all hustle

Come thru gripping all muscle

Catch me sipping on something

No tussin no wonder

It’s a part of me

It’s a part of me

It’s a part of me

My whole life’s dream

Ima tragedy

So aparently

Ima problem to them hoes

Who can’t handle me

Feel like I won’t ever fold

Why you at your knees

Feel the truth is untold

Don’t know what you mean

Feel like

Donatello

Sipping purple hoe

Dont know what you know

But I bet you won’t

Ever let it show

I ain’t got no one to owe

I ain’t got no fuck to give

Out of life just tryna live

All this grinding like a smith

What the biz

On my hustle

I can’t kick it with you suckers

Got me feeling like something

I can’t kick it with you nothings

Ima flip it

Tryna bustle

No slipping no fumbles

Got me pluged in like a puzzle

Finger itching who want it