I don't do it for the money I don't do it for the fame I don't do it so I can see the bright lights Spell out my name But I'd be lying if I said I didn't wanna hear my songs On a jukebox In a jukebox kind of bar I guess I'm just another soldier Fighting the war of art And I love the pretty girls And how they sway in rhythm when I play And I'll take a free cold beer Every time they sit one on the stage And if that was the only reason why I do it Then why I do it wouldn't get me very far I guess you can't pick your battles When you fight the war of art It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars And still be who you are When you fight the war of art If a bullet was a song And this guitar was a gun I'd knock 'em dead Most nights it feels like I'm the one Up here bleedin' red And I ain't trying to hurt nobody I'm just hoping that my broken Puts some hope in another broken heart Yeah, I'm just another soldier Fighting the war of art It's hard to shine in a sky full of stars And still be who you are When you fight the war of art I don't do it for the money I don't do it for the fame

We grew up broke, but, shit, we wanted more Now it's Versace print on a marble floor Had to shake a few homies because they heart ain't pure Keepin' your enemies close, that's the art of war Cop a brick and flip it, that's a easy check They hatin' on me but I never let 'em see me sweat Had to shake a few bitches because they heart ain't pure Play broke knowin' you got more, that's the art of war, yeah First they switch up then wanna clique up I'm a five-star general, I'll never slip up I'm at the pick up, I'm two steps ahead of 'em This the art of war, the manual to bread gettin' (Gettin' bread) All this drama in the game, It got my head spinnin' (Got my head spinnin') Why they talkin' on the phone when the feds listen? (When they listen) Fuck 'em, I just wanna ball, I want it all (I want it all) I seen a killa shed tears, realest shit I ever saw (I swear to God) Keep your enemies close, don't boast too much (Shh) Be careful with the bitch, man, she know too much (She knows too much) Cats get thirsty and they show their true colors I'm on magazine covers, stash house in the suburbs (In the cuts) Yeah, vac bags in the cupboards (In the cuts) No couches in the house, Just a wall full of hundreds (Full of hundreds) I tried tell 'em that I wanted more Berner, Coz Pacino go hard, it's the art of war We grew up broke, but, shit, we wanted more Now it's Versace print on a marble floor Had to shake a few homies because they heart ain't pure Keepin' your enemies close, that's the art of war Cop a brick and flip it, that's a easy check They hatin' on me but I never let 'em see me sweat Had to shake a few bitches because they heart ain't pure Play broke knowin' you got more, that's the art of war (Yo), yeah All I ever did was give handouts Never kept score, not worried 'bout how it panned out It was days I was down to my last five hundred In the streets hustlin', knowin' that I could die from it Everyone tellin' me that my time comin' Who got the plug on work? I'm tryna buy somethin' Ant gave me sixty and I tripled that The feelin' when the pack touch down, shit, we live for that I remember way back, dreamin' Now me and Bern rollin' up in the Maybach schemin' Through the sunroof I seen it, I ain't in it for the small fame Plus, over time, shit, we all change The money's in the cut, no one will ever know I hope I get to spend it, 'cause, shit, nothing's forever, though When I was young, they dealt me crumbs, but I wanted more All my enemies dead and broke, the art of war, yeah We grew up broke, but, shit, we wanted more Now it's Versace print on a marble floor Had to shake a few homies because they heart ain't pure Keepin' your enemies close, that's the art of war Cop a brick and flip it, that's a easy check They hatin' on me but I never let 'em see me sweat Had to shake a few bitches because they heart ain't pure Play broke knowin' you got more, that's the art of war

I'm all about the Benjamins, ain't I? I be runnin' to these shows and ain't never had the stage fright Freak them hoes on the late night, ayy And in the daylight, gotta get my cake right Ain't about nothin', then we can't vibe To be around me, a nigga gotta have a great mind This four-five not a eight-five And wavin' four fingers, then that pussy nigga ain't mine I got up out them streets, ayy And got focused on the cheese For me, my brother did a seven-piece For them licks I owe that nigga еverything I ain't nothin' like you bitches, I'm a G This sеven-letter ain't a fuckin' P You bitches servin' pussy for a fee, brother please That could never be me Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Speakin' on me won't make your situation better Glad I don't quit, compared to me, don't never measure If she talkin' pressure, know I'm with whatever Goin' undefeated, I'm a heavyweight stepper Your mama raised a hoe, and my mama raised a hustler Thinkin' we the same is what you really had me fucked up I don't knock the hoes, baby girl, I'm just not one While I got my nuts up, you was gettin' knocked up, ayy It's only bands, brother, only bands Lil' bitch, you scared to hustle, so you got a OnlyFans Out here doin' numbers, watch me hit the rollie dance Independently funded, and they needin' no advance Don't hate on me, I been grindin' through the week No days off, no sleep I'm pushin' those foreign keys L-I-T Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday Hit me if it's urgent, everyday I'm workin' Friday, Saturday, grindin' into Sunday Everyday I'm hustlin' I be gettin' money