Chetta - Art of War lyrics

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
Don't 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