Hostile Takeover ft. Aida Lyrics

We on the way and we coming thru the front door

Don't try to run we got niggas at the backdoor

We got this bitch surrounded

When I woke up yeah I found it

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Work on myself full time

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Work on myself got me feeling like a killer

Queens nigga shorty said she hear the city talk

PTSD still hear the semis spark

From the classrooms to stab wounds seen plenty chalk

Scars in my flesh to the death plenty fought

From the A to the J, I done shown plenty heart

Shown plenty smarts, any art, Bizzy sharp

Ill with the literature Freeway Ricky Ross

Nigga we on the way, shout to on the P play

Cause the prices going up think a kilo of yay

Put my team on the way, to go and get this cake up

Holding them down is another reason to wake up

Smokin' bumpin' chunes in the whip I'm Little Jacob

Collarbone stained from a bad ting's makeup

Harlem world style watch how we shake the game up

Did all of that staying down til we came up

I mean can you blame us now we on the rise

(These) hoes who curved & swerved now they wanna ride

(And) now they wanna slide, blow bali in the ride

But it's only room for this cali by my side

And Cali by my side when I'm fuckin wit Zoo

Rap niggas acting like my buzz is a fluke

Cuz I flow effortles shit it's nothing to do

So don't go fuckin wit' me cuz I ain't fuckin wit you

You can catch me out in Destin man

With a bad pedestrian

With a fat ass that bagged at the Mexican

Spot while equestrians ran on ESPN

Two you know the residence, ATL represent

Queens like Kevin James, King nigga check the skin

Need a Queen, don't confuse me for a lesbian

They don't want war, at they front door

Cuz it sound like Griselda when the gun blow

We on the way and we coming thru the front door

Don't try to run we got niggas at the backdoor

We got this bitch surrounded

When I woke up yeah I found it

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

Work on myself full time

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

Work on myself got me feeling like a killer

Tell me are you righteous or divisive

Can I trust you if you're left to your devices

Can I let my guard down and be a woman of the people

Or you gonna let them kill me if the price lit

All things considered I'm the nicest

Bar for bar I'm a spitter wit a tight grip

If you really wanna turn it to a war

This is Sparta, I'ma lead em inna march like a Pisces

Got a whole lotta sick flows, got a whole lotta pimpin for the pimps we don't trick hoe

Gotta bogart and kick doors

Gotta smoke every record so these rappers know I'm skitzo

Gotta grind like a business now

I'm my own fuckin brand I don't mix wit clowns

Turned my IG handle to a book to a couple weed products now they Shook cuz I killed this round

When the bell ring

I'ma come through straight swinging

You smell me a self-made woman

Money on my mind but it

Come behind my health and great vision

I'm tryna help a child evade prison

They don't really want me in the spotlight

Even though I rock mics

So they chicken out cuz

I'm the foulest in a cockfight

I could spend a bag

And market everything I drop right

I could start with every old track so it pop twice

'95 RZA I will never call a black Woman's son "my nigga"

I'm not bitter I just rather rap the truth and smoke blunts like SZA

I don't validate illusions Everything I'm moving is proof that my juice not a fluke thing

I eradicate confusion

I agitate delusion so you better choose to be neutral

And I really don't spread no hate

I'm a lone wolf so you won't pet me

I am no rook I will cook yo' team

I will hit you while crossing so just look both ways

Everything I do sound iller sound byte

Sound like my sound realer Downright sound like my crown bigger (they don't like me) but Work on myself got me feeling like a killer

We on the way and we coming thru the front door

Don't try to run we got niggas at the backdoor

We got this bitch surrounded

When I woke up yeah I found it

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

Work on myself full time

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

(Uh uh uh)

Work on myself got me feeling like a killer