[Intro]
808 got them smokers

[Chorus]
Hol' up
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that

[Verse 1]
Fell in love with that cash and it's dangerous
New whip, new leather, the paint get huffed
My rap is like art, I don't paint enough
Your ass talk a lot but don't say too much
California, Fontana, where I came up
With a couple of habits that I gave up
Automatic, new whips or the newest gun
For a freestyle, these n***as gon' pay the buck
[?] she bring Milwaukee Bucks
And my girl is a New Jersey alien
Startin' chasin' my dream, I was fairly young
In a group that just signed for two million
Tried to dance upon Christine and Million
'Til I seen it was [?]
Ran away and I laugh, all my n***as drunk
If they only knew where we was really from
Take it back to that show in New York, we stressin'
'Cause Beyoncé and Jay-Z were special guestive
I remember that correctly, man that was a headache, I can't forget it
Take it back to me signing them contracts
Like with meetings that I used to yawn at
Tryin' not to forget to call mom back
'Cause she mad the house smell like bomb pack
All I ever wanted was the cover of the FADER
Let it be, like Solange did, whole elevators
Goin' up as we speak, penthouse high, and it's spacious
I go nuts, bitch I tweak, "Hello, Hi", got no neighbors
[Chorus]
Hol' up
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that

[Verse 2]
I super soak the whole fortress
Fuck around and leave the porch wet
Then I left my momma porch steps
Smokin' with YB in the northwest
Hoppin' around, I'ma tour vet
Did some donuts in a Corvette
New sneakers is a poor flex
Assets and some ownership
Money phone, Jay-Z told me not to
It's natural when you come up from the bottom
Told him play my mixtape and they never bothered
Now my phone won't stop ringing with all these problems
Leave me 'lone, oh don't you call me 'cause I'm poppin'
'Cause you wasn't shootin' when a n***a shot it
Got my dreadlocks swinging like a fucking shotter
Please don't touch my hair just like Mr. Andre
[Chorus]
Hol' up
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that
I used to be signed to Solange's dad
We ready for war, for combat
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that
Oh trust me, my n***a we on that