WAR CRIMES

Lyrics for WAR CRIMES

(I am watching you) Fill the need, did it well Everybody copied what we did, now it's tough Two years later you're competing against yourself Instead of complaining, "Ah, yeah them guys, they stole my music" Motherfucker, make up some new shit If they in 1992, leave 'em in 1992 Sometimes you'll go too far forward, and can't nobody catch up So you just leave it there, like a landmine Just leave it there Somebody'll step on it sooner or later (America) (We have a problem) (We have a problem) (Prob-) (America) Sitting pretty in your bitch's residential Ain't shit sweet, but the hotel presidential Brand new Air Force Ones, bitch, I'm so presidential I might drop some bombs on your fucking residential Doing war crimes in your fucking residential I might start some shit up, 'cause I love the drama I'm putting numbers on the board like '08 Obama What you- What you doing? Yeah, exactly, exactly I feel like Paul Atreides I ran out Arrakis, Arrakis Baby hold it firm, when you rock the word Gun got a hair trigger, choppa got a perm Sitting pretty in your bitch's residential Ain't shit sweet, but the hotel presidential Brand new Air Force Ones, bitch, I'm so presidential I might drop some bombs on your fucking residential Doing war crimes in your fucking residential I might start some shit up, 'cause I love the drama I'm putting numbers on the board like '08 Obama Doing war crimes in your fucking residential Doing war crimes in your fucking residential Doing war crimes in your fucking residential Doing war crimes in your fucking residential Imma ruin you, cunt Imma ruin you, cunt Imma ruin you, cunt Imma ruin you, hoe All your nightmares are all about me Better sleep with one eye open like Mike Wazowski Own some big guns, like the CIA I move big weight, like the CIA And yo bitch on my watchlist like the CIA Call me Uncle Sam, Imma make you pay Cauight a guy with a knife and vape in his pocket I got keys in the whip and a grabba in my pocket I got drones, I got bombs, bitch, I got missles It ain't nothing for me to fucking hit you I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes Doing war crimes, I'm doing war crimes I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes I got drones, I got bombs, bitch, I got missles It ain't nothing for me to fucking hit you I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) I'm doing war crimes, doing war crimes (In your fucking residential) (We have a problem)