En Garde Lyrics

You will know the truth

Betta' believe it

And If you think I'm here to play around with y'all

Goddammit I'm not

Let a nigga talk his shit

Don't give a fuck about ya' twitter fingers

I'll admit it, I'll admit it

I'm a cotton picker

It really must offend you bitches

I can tell, I can tell

How you on my dick

I can already hear the comments

Niggas looking at me

Strange faces, so astonished

Bad tastes, like whites up in blackface

They liked to claim, but why the crowd insane?

One-nine-nine-nine, they were never here

Nigga climbed so high, they forever fear

Unrealistic goals, never did believe

Told em suck the chode

Now it's just me

Power-tripping on this goddamn stage

If yo' feelings fucked up, bitch I hope it stay

If you got a fucking problem just say

En Garde got em screaming ain't no fucking way

En Garde, En Garde

En Garde, En Garde

Fuck it, let the beat build

Niggas in the crowd getting ill

To this sound, that I found

When I could just barely feel

Meet an army of me you claiming this shit ain't real

And I'm back in town fucker

This time I just came to kill

Ah, bitch it's getting too real now

Airplane might crash

But my home might want it that way

Motherfucker run, I'm stepping on the gas

Now they all wanna apologize

Don't assume that this nigga ever sympathize

Want me one step closer with a weak mind?

Bitch I'm two steps closer

Leaving y'all behind

But three steps closer? Nigga you don't wanna know

That's when the shottys get involved

kicking down doors

Now I'm kicking down flows

Still myself hoe

En Garde, En Garde

Hop up off my nuts

Woah

Yeah

Hop up off my nuts

Woah

Yeah, Yeah

It's kinda crazy, ain't it?

It's kinda crazy, ain't it?

Uh, let me say one thang

Yeah

Let me talk my shit

En Garde, En Garde

En Garde, En Garde