Knowmads - Rivals lyrics

Heard the lunch bell ring like 11: 40
Caught a couple dirty looks
Birdies telling stories
Out in the courtyard word was
They looking for me said I just seen them
Dudes acting hella corny
When I saw em figured if they had a problem
Then they oughta just confront it but
Fuck it let's go get blunted
Wilson pulled up in the parking lot
Bumping that bring the ruckus
Fronted ya boy 100 cause he
Been about that hustle
Riding dirty getting money out the duffle
Told em bout them busters In
The hallway talking muffled
If they fuck with you they
Gon get a crack jaw
We gon have to help em out and
Give em what they ask for
Fast forward seal the blunt with the hash oil
Drops of the clear eyes
Whip me back to class dog
I said peace I got a verse to write
Seen em lurking said Wilson they
Ain't worth the fight

Ah nah fuck that up in
Lunchroom with the war cry
Let him see the hands cause
What's tucked is this 4-5
Going toe to toe I see that
Bitch up in your eyes i put on a show
Whole school sitting courtside
One swing slept him right in his chair
Ya you could tell by my
Breath I was slightly impaired
I remember my first fight ain't
No denying he scared
Look in my eyes all he see is lions
Tigers and bears got that Rick flair
I keep it right in my waist
Or I could tat him with the
Right and Mike Tyson his face
Still silent I'm the name
That remains unspoken
Sleeping giants you cannot tame when awoken
Out my corner where I prefer to be alone at
The flow feel Goliath who the
Fuck you throwing stones at
Y'all won't say nothing got em
Talking like they phones' tapped
When you see me coming point and
Show me where the thrones at

I know you ain't never lost I
Know you ain't never run
Don't mean you gotta drop his sorry
Ass in front of everyone
He probly just hate himself sucks
To be the jealous one
Win this fight he still gon be a
Loser when it's said and done
Imagine what it'd be like to be that dude
In ten years bet he still
Here serving fast food we don't gotta trip
I ain't hearing his attitude
The kind who wish they was you always
Front like they mad at you

Yeah really I don't give a damn
Anyone who isn't fam
In passing I see you and say
What's up witchu little man
I'm just being friendly boy get
Rid of that mean mug
Inside they pussy, only outer they seem tough
Face twisted like he took a
Drink of that cheap stuff
You could get tee'd up and beat up by T-Dub
But that ain't what we want I'm
Getting to a better me
Let it go but even better when I let be