Art of War KrispyLife Kidd
"Art of War" by KrispyLife Kidd, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, survival, and the struggles of street life. The lyrics reflect the harsh realities of conflict and the mental fortitude required to navigate challenges. KrispyLife Kidd uses vivid imagery and personal anecdotes to convey the message of overcoming adversity. The song features a gritty beat with heavy bass, enhancing its intensity. Its raw authenticity resonates with listeners, contributing to its impact within the hip-hop community.
[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Alright, alright
KrispyLife, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy
[Verse]
What's around my motherfuckin' neck? A treasure chest
Ridin' down 6 Mile with a vest and a TEC
I ain't looking for no opps, just safe not to be next
I remember I got shot four times and ate that shit
When I healed, linked with dawg baby mama
Guess what she did? She ate that dick
She faced that dick, she raped that dick
She take that dick, she took that dick
But Tizzle, I'm tryna take some green back to Flint
Was gettin' head in the Jeep Cherokee behind tint
Hit dawg in his back tryna run, climb a fence
My bitch really hard with this nosy shit, can't hide shit
Gettin' off, I'm gettin' pills gone
To a white fan that look like Primo
Can't be in no relationship if she ain't got deep throat
Came up in a year, I got the cheat code
What turn me up is fuckin' on these freak hoes
I just got the pussy off a pint of Titos
I ain't buy the bitch no food, just some Cheetos
I done slid down an opp's block, now the street gone
Shootin' this motherfuckin' K like it's B-roll
Hit a nigga, make him disappear, like poof, be gone
Hit a nigga up close, real close, now his tee gone
Hit him in his D jersey, now the tee gone
Nigga try to run off, boom, now his feet gone
Caught him up— now his cheat gone
Shit
You ain't gettin' paid for seven days, in a week whole
Damn, that mean he got a whole job
Okay, okay, stop playin', let's go
Nigga got a job at motherfuckin' Taco Bell
If you see me out, bitch, you better hop on shells
Dog must've smoked crack, think I got Wock' on sale
He's on—
He doin'
He doin', he doin', he fuckin' with the—
He—
Or somethin'
If he think I got Wock' on sale
Come on, Danny
If you walkin' with my section, gotta have at least a dub on you
Fuck around, disrespect, put the club on you
You a flunky, got pulled over, threw the drugs on you
My bitch crazy, ever run you over, put the lugs on you
You can die with your firearm, fuck what gun on me
Have a lightskin nigga pop out, put big bun on him
One more time
Damn, man
I ain't gon' lie, Dan
Hold on, keep it goin', fuck it, I'ma catch it again
Fat lightskin' pop out and put Big Pun on you
I ain't never met [?]— hold on
I ain't never made me cannon, but I'll put the drums on you
Alright
I heard your bitch broke, you and her need to put some fun on me, alright, fuck
I heard you and your bitch broke, I'ma have to put some funds on you
Ooh
I'm playin' with my— I shot him, put the gun—
I'm playin' with the strap and I shot him, that was fun—
Playin' with the strap and I shot him, I put fun on him
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Alright, alright
KrispyLife, nigga
You know what the fuck goin' on
Ayy
[Verse]
What's around my motherfuckin' neck? A treasure chest
Ridin' down 6 Mile with a vest and a TEC
I ain't looking for no opps, just safe not to be next
I remember I got shot four times and ate that shit
When I healed, linked with dawg baby mama
Guess what she did? She ate that dick
She faced that dick, she raped that dick
She take that dick, she took that dick
But Tizzle, I'm tryna take some green back to Flint
Was gettin' head in the Jeep Cherokee behind tint
Hit dawg in his back tryna run, climb a fence
My bitch really hard with this nosy shit, can't hide shit
Gettin' off, I'm gettin' pills gone
To a white fan that look like Primo
Can't be in no relationship if she ain't got deep throat
Came up in a year, I got the cheat code
What turn me up is fuckin' on these freak hoes
I just got the pussy off a pint of Titos
I ain't buy the bitch no food, just some Cheetos
I done slid down an opp's block, now the street gone
Shootin' this motherfuckin' K like it's B-roll
Hit a nigga, make him disappear, like poof, be gone
Hit a nigga up close, real close, now his tee gone
Hit him in his D jersey, now the tee gone
Nigga try to run off, boom, now his feet gone
Caught him up— now his cheat gone
Shit
You ain't gettin' paid for seven days, in a week whole
Damn, that mean he got a whole job
Okay, okay, stop playin', let's go
Nigga got a job at motherfuckin' Taco Bell
If you see me out, bitch, you better hop on shells
Dog must've smoked crack, think I got Wock' on sale
He's on—
He doin'
He doin', he doin', he fuckin' with the—
He—
Or somethin'
If he think I got Wock' on sale
Come on, Danny
If you walkin' with my section, gotta have at least a dub on you
Fuck around, disrespect, put the club on you
You a flunky, got pulled over, threw the drugs on you
My bitch crazy, ever run you over, put the lugs on you
You can die with your firearm, fuck what gun on me
Have a lightskin nigga pop out, put big bun on him
One more time
Damn, man
I ain't gon' lie, Dan
Hold on, keep it goin', fuck it, I'ma catch it again
Fat lightskin' pop out and put Big Pun on you
I ain't never met [?]— hold on
I ain't never made me cannon, but I'll put the drums on you
Alright
I heard your bitch broke, you and her need to put some fun on me, alright, fuck
I heard you and your bitch broke, I'ma have to put some funds on you
Ooh
I'm playin' with my— I shot him, put the gun—
I'm playin' with the strap and I shot him, that was fun—
Playin' with the strap and I shot him, I put fun on him
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