Art of War - Enzo

I am my brother's keep And I'll keep you as close as I need to, but trust? I trust you as far as I can reach you And I can't reach that far Please don't tell me lies, tell my face, okay I did came alive, and they safe, okay Prayin' through the night, say my grace, okay I'm the number one, no, it ain't no race Even if I lost, you can't take my place I'm a fuckin' boss, watch me chase my cake Dip me if you want, come and make my day Some niggas on my block that you say don't play You can't hold me, muthafucka, you don't know me Watch me rise up to the top, and do it slowly They all devils in disguise, they can only Told me lies, now thеy turn me to a cold piece I don't wanna bе your friend, I don't want to shake your hand Please don't come within, I don't want to make amends Do you copy it? What I'm sayin' Fuck with me, li'l bitch, I want revenge I'ma real one, yeah, a real one They be dissin' me, don't put no mention If it's money that be had, I'ma get some If they got turn they head, they ain't did none Don't pay attention what they say, fuck them bitches Lost some friends along the way, they get division They like the way I sway, my pivot Got it made, okay, no, I skipped some I'ma say this once, not again, li'l bitch You are not my folks, not my friend, li'l bitch Traded on the line and it still, li'l bitch Ay, fuck you, it is what it is, li'l bitch My loyalty is real, I'm just built like this Can't help it that I'm out here in the field like this I could say it's over, and I still might diss Really got the somethin' that's why they steal my shit I'm just one-of-a-kind, and I know it Try to knock me off my pivot, and it's showin' I'm a top-tier bitch, I'm the coldest To not go through shit, I'm appointed I don't wanna be your friend, I don't want to shake your hand Please don't come within, I don't want to make amends Do you copy it? What I'm sayin' Fuck with me, li'l bitch, I want revenge I'ma real one, yeah, a real one They be dissin' me, don't put no mention If it's money that be had, I'ma get some If they got turn they head, they ain't did none Don't pay attention what they say, fuck them bitches Lost some friends along the way, they get division They like the way I sway, my pivot Got it made, okay, no, I skipped some

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

Uh huh uh huh Uh huh uh huh Uh huh uh huh Yeah Girl you got a big ass, Big sass Uh huh uh huh Nails did, big cash Uh huh huh Nine to five, on your grind Uh huh uh huh You don't need me, and I don't mind Cuz you out here trying to get a bag every day Niggas lying in your face And you're tired of that Get a bag everyday Niggas lying in your face and you're tired of that Bank roll Girl there ain't no holes in your statements Independent and you got the whip on them payments Young nigga really got them rocks on my faces You go to school and you never settle for complacent Booty dumb, but you're hella smart like Alexis Texas I might have to fly you out to Texas no question I'm way too invested that pussy got me wreck less I might jump in unprotected Girl you got a big ass, Big sass Uh huh uh huh Nails did, big cash Uh huh huh Nine to five, on your grind Uh huh uh huh You don't need me, and I don't mind Cuz you out here trying to get a bag every day Niggas lying in your face And you're tired of that Get a bag everyday Niggas lying in your face and you're tired of that You ain't got no shame You gon' get your bread up and go shop at Johnny Dang Fuck it I don't judge you girl you know I'd do the same All them other niggas you was with we not the same All your girls they know my name Put a thousand on a chain I might put you in a Range You a business minded woman you ain't fucking with no lames I can see it from the front can't even fit that in a frame No offense you got that thing and I'm just saying Yeah Girl you got a big ass, Big sass Uh huh uh huh Nails did, big cash Uh huh huh Nine to five, on your grind Uh huh uh huh You don't need me, and I don't mind Cuz you out here trying to get a bag every day Niggas lying in your face And you're tired of that Get a bag everyday Niggas lying in your face and you're tired of that