[nobigdyl & Jon Keith]
(Y'all feel like that)
Everyone wanna eat off our plate
What happens when the artist gets tired of starving (Y'all feel like that?)
Yeah
Art of war (This is crazy bro)
Yeah
(And now Cece playing he dissing me in the kingdom of heaven, God)
Just 'cause I be peaceful that don't turn me to a pacifist
Jesus said to love your enemies and then He cracked a whip
Smilin' in my face but nowadays they seem in counterfeit
How come every compliment they givin' always sound like this
"Hi, my dear you got some bright ideas why don't you sign right here?"
On my mama, I heard it all before (That's on my momma)
Heard they wanted beef and so I turned into a carnivore
That's what every artists gotta know about the art of war
First off get your business straight, watch how they administrate
They might cook the books before they put it on your dinner plate
If you got a leak inside your house you gotta renovate
If they don't act decent towards your spouse you must eliminate
Second, know your enemies
Some time look like friends that play pretend behind identities
Once you let 'em in they get percentages like ten at least
You pay for they fit and every trip with all amenities
You done got 'em lit
Then number three is keep receipts and always keep 'em within reach (Hh)
Never know what deceit you might have to defeat (Huh)
Texts emails, expose a liar and a cheat
And shot from a screen defeat a shot in a tweet
Number four, I know you heard this before
Never reply, to a comment online
Number five, while you keep all this in mind
Make sure you fallin' in line with what the Father designed, okay
Just 'cause I be peaceful that don't turn me to a pacifist
Jesus said to love your enemies and then He cracked a whip
Tax-collecting Christian managers that smokin' cannabis
Come down from that tree and pay the tax for your shenanigans (Come down from that tree, baby)
I swear the greed'll ruin everything
Cut the leash, saw that they weren't thorough in the pedigree
Calculated L's they be minor like the melody
Better check the weather for you check the sons of Zebedee
Asked the Son of Man how long I gotta forgive enemies
He said to me, 70 times 70 times 70 times 70 times 70 times 70 times
I think I'd rather make 'em rest in peace then go confess it g
Just 'cause I be peaceful that don't turn me to a pacifist
Jesus said to love your enemies then He cracked a whip
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