War Path Lyrics

Launch the barrage

Its the godz

We the fuckin mob

Plus we're All cut from different pics

Like a art collage

Y'all got thoughts of dethronin me

Better let me know

Cause CC'll Ill fuck your nose up quicker

Than a bag of blow

War tapes

This the season

Anybody

Speakin ill

On this tape

Is me

Or its fuckin treason

Theres No doubts in my head

Nashville never seen this

A bombardment

So bad

Theres nothin left to blow to pieces

Im on the warpath

Yo

This my motherfuckin decade

I earn all my rap stripes

Im stealin all of your air waves

Leave you

Chokin to death

In a smolderin land

And theres no defense that could stand

For the invasion I planned

Ayo I blow up

Like a Rv

On 3rd and broad

Want somebody to save you

Don't look at me

Look to god

This the start

Of the hip hop reign

Of the fuckin champ

You move through town

Like a Tank with no fuckin tracks

Im ready to drive

Hand me the keys

Putin Nash on the map

Locals

Make me laugh

Musical comedy

I guess I tore

Cartilage in my knee

From all the slaps

Guess thats why

When Nashville hiphops mentioned

In the bugle

Its always taps