Lone wolf , ima kill every boss and give no fucks
And I’m sober , Ima play this game till it’s over
Never kosher, on sight giving cold cuts
Eyes slightly getting swole’d up
Should’ve posted up and now they popping , man
Lost in the song went pop again
Weather the storm , I’ve made it drop again
But it’s never enough , they gotta look for me
Eyes low , stay low , ima crook to be
Killing every verse and every hook and beats
Gone and I’m on made it history
Not a battle if I had you singing nurseries
Killing MCs is my first degree
Taking niggas mics like it’s burglary
I’m a show em how to do it as suppose to be
Warpath you didn’t sign for this
Reaping any benefits you’ve got from this
Ima a diamond cut from the consciousness
That’s how you keep an open mind it’s
What I got to give not what I got to get
While your slaving over your deposits
More money came with more problems
What lent you back to yo pockets
Never know what you got till you’ve lost it
Styling on em and now they wildn’ on you
In the middle of the night , got a lotto on you
And there’s always a story being told , unfold
You behold and behave, as the hoes gather around
Guessing who’ll be plucked to elope
Gazed that one day , that it will be a phase
And you played yourself ...ways to become famous
Spotless
No need because it’s polished
Don’t flaunt no dollar
No need because it’s my shit
Don’t tell me when I got it and I got this and I got it , in the bag and ima get it how I live so don’t be mad
It’s the Warpath
Niggas mad at it cus I’m feeling illmatic when a nigga spitting classics
Can’t be 40 with an ille behavior
Life always change when you see that pay cut
After the rapture , I need a baker
Fuck what you heard , lottery remake ups
Black elegance you can’t remix or be this
I mean it , you fiendn’ and needed it all
You greedy and flawed with opened up arms
I can’t trust you at all
Been in the cave no changing my ways
Never a cage , I’m counting my days
People will use you , it seems unusual
Cus your so beautiful, that it’s so pitiful
How they abuse you and put you in musicals
This world is a cubical , stuffed in a box
Only with a rude bitch , never a thot
Warpath this ain’t called for
Put you in a map where we all mourn
Your circle gets small till they’re all gone
The game that you play is all wrong
It’s the life and the choice you gotta live with
Gotta vice , gotta voice , you gotta deal with
I’m expressing my self in this way
Because I expected nothing less from me
Times when I had to pick the pen back up
Fucked up my mind but I bite back but
Master plan that rakim shit
Only when I’m sober or when I’m dim lit
Only the police is running the streets
They dumping on niggas they fucked up the beat
Rinse and repeat in the pocket
Ima locksmith , ways to become famous
Spotless
No need because it’s polished
Don’t flaunt no dollar
No need because it’s my shit
Don’t tell me when I got it and I got this and I got it , in the bag and ima get it how I live so don’t be mad
It’s the Warpath
Spotless
No need because it’s polished
Don’t flaunt no dollar
No need because it’s my shit
Don’t tell me when I got it and I got this and I got it , in the bag and ima get it how I live so don’t be mad
It’s the Warpath
