Lyrics Art of War - Chetta

Art of War

Modern day picasso
Paint ya block woe
Im off the syrup
Like roscoes
Kicking in ya door
I ain’t got no time to blow
I ain’t got no time to give
Pop a pain im tryna kill
Out of line I need to chill
Whats the deal
Whats the number
Block hotter than the summer
Gotta get it no wonder
Block hotter than a oven
Keep on hollering bout you want it
All that talking lead to nothing
All that gassing why you front
No shot no jumper
It’s a part of me
It’s a part of me
It’s a part of me
My whole life’s dream
Ima tragedy
So aparently
Ima problem to them hoes
Who can’t handle me
Feel like I won’t ever fold
Why you at your knees
Feel the truth is untold
Don’t know what you mean
Feel like
Michelangelo
Smoking cali dope
Riding thru the calliope
With calicos
Finna sell my soul
I ain’t got no where to go
I ain’t got no where to live
In my heart a battlefield
Out my mind I need to chill
Whats the real
What the bubble
Whole life be on shuffle
Tryna chill
No wonder
Whole life be on struggle
Ima get it all hustle
Come thru gripping all muscle
Catch me sipping on something
No tussin no wonder
It’s a part of me
It’s a part of me
It’s a part of me
My whole life’s dream
Ima tragedy
So aparently
Ima problem to them hoes
Who can’t handle me
Feel like I won’t ever fold
Why you at your knees
Feel the truth is untold
Don’t know what you mean
Feel like
Donatello
Sipping purple hoe
Dont know what you know
But I bet you won’t
Ever let it show
I ain’t got no one to owe
I ain’t got no fuck to give
Out of life just tryna live
All this grinding like a smith
What the biz
On my hustle
I can’t kick it with you suckers
Got me feeling like something
I can’t kick it with you nothings
Ima flip it
Tryna bustle
No slipping no fumbles
Got me pluged in like a puzzle
Finger itching who want it