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(feat. Jon Connor)
[Verse 1:]
I was claiming you the best fool but
Got some things to explain we ainât that stupid
Got the tap a tap a flow you attached to it
We got trapped nothing less
We ainât about losing
And them lanes kept clean like lighter fluid
Last chance in the van you was like sure
Last chance in the van man we.. yâall
They were flashing the plans that we bout do it
[Chorus:]
Tear it down tear it down ah [x4]
[Verse 2:]
You know they have sickness
Louder as my spirit soul flesh
N*ggas mad so vexed
Iâm projects to Rolex
D player king chalice
Head on take a plane to the palace
Bad bitch all body
Dead brain found balanced
Up on your beat smith ya seeing dealer
Unknown in that street shit but keep killers
Canât hear none of that weak shit you speak fellas
Bread hate to be deep dish that keeps grilla
All haters fall in line
Come collide or step aside
One hunned no bluffs
Everybody get your mother fucking hands up
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Metaphor is the shit that they begging for
Make them look like the seven dwarves
Set it off and reset the score
If you ever expected anything less than the best
Then boy and my repertoire is the war with these dogs in the reservoir
My ego is Tarantino but Guido like in Casino
Unbeatable while the follow my lead and feed me amigos
Whole fam sit at the table no need in being greedy
God done blessed me like Iâm sneezing need a reason
A fan of the challenge
While your plans stand in the balance
Dammit Iâm causing damage
To the band on a couple planets
Parents and friends in a panic gone on a couple of Xanax
Iâll school you fools
Make you wanna move off the campus
More than the bruises and band
As if you choose to withstand it
Iâm married to the game I donât have to choose a companion
Duck your heads in the clouds
You ainât overdue for a landing
Put the pen to the paper and give them reason to panic
Shooting right up the chalks like they shot you out of a cannon
I donât give a fuck cuz they know Iâm gonna wear the crown
Jon Connor and I came to tear it down
[Chorus] [x2]
[Verse 3:]
It breaks down for my very next break
Ainât sex textbook best but you ainât no threats
This is bro complain to bro thanks to that
Exploded on the scene which means itâs sudden death
Iâve been told that a load on my soul is so cold itâs Nova Scotia
When itâs North Pole
I make a play an axle bro
When Iâm pop pop like the popos
I put a Glock to his skull
Make them beg so we ainât playing no roles
Our goals is to get the hoes plus the jewishâs dough
Iâm not kosher bro and a vulture bro
A spokesman I give a fuck so go
I got a mag this ainât the Rolling Stones
This is skull and bones
When Iâm sad this is jazz with a classic flow
I stand alone when I step on bones and broke necks like T-Rex
Destroy homes in South Central projects
Solo cup this ainât a chance
This ainât chess so donât guess wrong
Fan fanatic when I cause havoc in every county
Spinning miles I spin around and tear it down (down)
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- Yes Yes - Single
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