Columbus, holla at ya boy
Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy
Money is worst than a war
I don't know.. what you're lookin' for
Not one j got a pair or more
But fuck with me, boy, that means war
Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor
You rap as if you've been through a war
Little training, thrown out into a pointless war
Wish, that he will be bless me with a few more
No commentary my man, i come out swinging
Declared a beef war, got everybody spitting
Will i ever win the war
What is hittin' for
Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,
If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape
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