Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Art of War, artist - Berner. Album song La Plaza, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bern One Entertainment
Song language: English
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, 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 |