Matthew Knowles - Chris King

Hol' up

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

Fell in love with that cash and it’s dangerous

New whip, new leather, the paint get huffed

My rap is like art, I don’t paint enough

Your ass talk a lot but don’t say too much

California, Fontana, where I came up

With a couple of habits that I gave up

Automatic, new whips or the newest gun

For a freestyle, these niggas gon' pay the buck

she bring Milwaukee Bucks

And my girl is a New Jersey alien

Startin' chasin' my dream, I was fairly young

In a group that just signed for two million

Tried to dance upon Christine and Million

'Til I seen it was

Ran away and I laugh, all my niggas drunk

If they only knew where we was really from

Take it back to that show in New York, we stressin'

'Cause Beyoncé and Jay-Z were special guestive

I remember that correctly, man that was a headache, I can’t forget it

Take it back to me signing them contracts

Like with meetings that I used to yawn at

Tryin' not to forget to call mom back

'Cause she mad the house smell like bomb pack

All I ever wanted was the cover of the FADER

Let it be, like Solange did, whole elevators

Goin' up as we speak, penthouse high, and it’s spacious

I go nuts, bitch I tweak, «Hello, Hi», got no neighbors

Hol' up

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I super soak the whole fortress

Fuck around and leave the porch wet

Then I left my momma porch steps

Smokin' with YB in the northwest

Hoppin' around, I’ma tour vet

Did some donuts in a Corvette

New sneakers is a poor flex

Assets and some ownership

Money phone, Jay-Z told me not to

It’s natural when you come up from the bottom

Told him play my mixtape and they never bothered

Now my phone won’t stop ringing with all these problems

Leave me 'lone, oh don’t you call me 'cause I’m poppin'

'Cause you wasn’t shootin' when a nigga shot it

Got my dreadlocks swinging like a fucking shotter

Please don’t touch my hair just like Mr. Andre

Hol' up

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

I tell the truth, nothin' beyond that

I used to be signed to Solange’s dad

We ready for war, for combat

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that

Oh trust me, my nigga we on that