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