War Time Lyrics

Cake on the track Homegrown Productions, baby

It's go time In the wind once again

Cause it's war time No debatin

We skatin no more time

For the win, we go in

And it's every time And it's on time

It's go time In the wind once again

Cause it's war time No debatin

We skatin no more time

For the win, we go in

And it's every time And it's on time

Looking at the bigger picture You drew first blood

No syringe Just went in Damn cuz,

That's what thirst does Make you cross the code

To their side of the road Well it's truth be told

You can stay off in that mode Cause I'm gone

Drop it moving on Cause we grown

Set the tone You already did it with your actions

I was hoping we'd be the Jacksons

Now what happened all I'm asking

But I know it Some will just be hos and

They'll show it But fa sho it can never

Leave impressions on the macro Before patronizing da phony

I be piped up puffing tobacco

Either snort Tabasco And I put that on my asshole

Or my body in its entirety Your ways won't tire me

They only will inspire me

You direly need to run a self check

In between your mammograms

Fuck around with my fam

You'll be praying for the amberlambs

Losing a couple grams

Thinking I give a damn And I put that on Uncle Sam

It's go time In the wind once again

Cause it's war time No debatin

We skatin no more time

For the win, we go in

And it's every time And it's on time

It's go time In the wind once again

Cause it's war time No debatin

We skatin no more time

For the win, we go in

And it's every time And it's on time

So I took a second look Stopped to re-examine

Is it slamming or it's jamming

Bringing growth Or causing famine

If it's slamming, I'll be in the wind

Oh I'm too through, you thirsty

You turndown, bitch you boo-boo

You froggy cause you soggy

All water like a yoowho take your tutu

Follow their lead and prance along

I walk another cadence

And could never dance along

Different song, our rhythms contradicting

Gather from the evidence

I'm never just predicting

I'm researching, not restricting

Constructing, not constricting

Quarantined from the sicking

Avoidance of the pig pen plot thickens

To the viscosity of Manuka

Thought these were the good times

Until I found out I'm the super

Buffalo but of the joke

Bitch you'll get the smoke before I give up

Hope to be played as a joke

I'm the peacock, the street sign of each block

You a hole in a knee sock a soft soggy Reebok

It'll be man down Before I put my fam down

Thinking I'm a damn clown

You'll be begging me to stand down

And put both of my hands down