So you heard the war is coming
Standing next to me in line
Got the fire from all the arrows
Lighting up an April sky
And if you quote I won't believe it
I'm not twisting any lies
I'm boxed out the juke so why can't I
I got viper stung
Scissor kick in the meadow
I'm not afraid to reach
Go head get my chin
My moment to teach
My lungs got the burn
Coughing up kief
Got the aura around
Be the last to leave
Be the last to uhhh uhh
Spill on my
Drip or my Wilma tote
Vilify
Negative
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