War Vet lyrics

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Yeah fast cars with iPods in em
Young Sinatra what they blastin' like a berretta
V for Vendetta bitches sit and play to get wetter
haters talking shit but then they study every letter
I'm the first draft pick with the last laugh bitch
see I'm angry on the track but I deserve to be
'cause all these rappers with no talent wanna murder me
people talking shit ain't even heard of me
I went from park benches at night
to first class flights
that's what you call takin' shit to new heights
put the 750 in reverse like Benjamin Button
we've been doing it for years and they down all of a sudden

Bobbysoxer doin' 120 in the Corvette
Watch ya boy blow up in front of ya eyes, war vet
give the fans nothin' but fire now they want more of it
err'body want my album it ain't in the stores yet

I keep it real all the time like my crew
when I rhyme just a killer in its prime
with that predator state of mind, I'm set to detonate
stack my bread and watch the paper escalate
don't test my faith Logic finna blow like Mary Kate
I play my role like Shakespeare
RATTpack ain't no fake shit I
conceal my talent like a .357
ever since I was 11 I've been a G
chillin' on the low key incognito
manipulate the steel like Magneto
smackin' suckers like mosquitoes
dispersin' verses like a kilo
I'm Michael the king, you fuckers is Tito
Versace frames with the green shades I only see dope
Ballin' like a free throw
you know my stilo, I once was a prince with the vision of a king
now I run the whole thing not defined by the bling
exterminate the fakes like crooked Jakes, killin' for high stakes
guarantee is my fate to be remembered as one of the greats
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no matter what it takes boy I'ma give it my all
like Jordan when he ball never stumble never fall
lyrical medicine repeat the formula until I get it like Edison
now step into my mind as I calculate lyrics like Einsten
the way he manipulated the numbers I manipulate the rhymes like
E = MC squared, nah
E = eater of MCs, beware
Now watch me shine in the darkness like a flare
Married the game, I'm the heir the throne you been watchin'

Bobbysoxer doin' 120 in the Corvette
Watch ya boy blow in front of ya eyes, war vet
Give the fans nothin' but fire now they want more of it
Err'body want my album it ain't in the stores yet

Walking the room and now they staring at a brother like what up?
what's the next move should I improve on some shit
that I never gave to fuck about before
like relationships and love 'cause all I do is flow
see I'm a selfish muhfucker
I already know
don't try to tell me what I'm not bitch I'll conquer the globe
I sacrifice my own childhood just to explode
I want more of this than what's under Mila Kunis' robe
Meanwhile daddy's litter girl, asking for more money
But little did he know that the bread was for blow money
What's in store for me, sold out shows and hoes for me
I can't fade, this is the reason I was made
To follow my dreams and manipulate these rhyme schemes like a genius
spittin' the meanest
I'd have seen this a child 10,000 people in the crowd
reppin' the RATTpack watch 'em all go wild


Slicin' MCs like Vader motherfucker, RATTpack you already know what it is
Visionary Music Group
V's up all day, yeah, yeah

Thanks to Michael for correcting these lyrics