Amaire Johnson - Let's Take Them To War (Freestyle) lyrics

[Part 1: "Moves" Remix] [Intro] Yeah Yeah 808 Mafia [Bridge] I've been had the moves (been had the moves) I got the moves since I got my studio (I got my studio) I got confused (Hella confused) I can't figure out for the life of me how I can lose (how can I lose?) How I can lose? (how can I lose?) But I've been had moves (I got the moves) [Verse] I got I Decided on pre order, my lil homie just went gold I hock a loogie on a reporter, Detroit is on Pete Rose That's Armstrong on steroids, gated up no wing toes My phones blowing up so much a n***a may end up like Cee-Lo I bounce back like the fattest a** you can have attached to the fattest hips and anything after this shall be considered cataclysmic Countin' packs like a statisician Emphatic charisma Savage enigma I have a religion to handle your rhythm like cannibalism The camera rollin' and it's time to flow I don't know I just go carnival I'm from Motown you know I can just line up the hollow tips inside the clip And I can just go down the road And knock 'em down like some dominoes After you already out then I'm dropping some more like you 2Pac and the commandos Watching my comments like papparazi watching Sasha Obama grow I got Elijah Mohammed glow I got the dough these rappers claim they got at the house in my drawer in the envelope My focus phenomenal My temperature so hot and cold I broke the thermometer Guarantee I will k** the flow This remind me of LaLa Anthony a** in that New Edition movie n***as tryin' to cover it up and make her look old Guarantee I'mma still steal the show I been had the moves I remember these b**hes was just a dream Actresses and models I used to only see on television Now they be climbin' out of my television lookin' at me to get the ring I remember all I used to be around is dudes that used to try to just k** by me Choppin' and conceal bodies Used to clean up the bloody mess up in front of me I had to holla at a tube I had to still deal with that field sobriety Had to do a double take at the dirty mop when he was finished Looked like Lil Yachty n***a, I went to jail for the whole year I got out and I did the same thing you wack a** rappers do when y'all got your little show here I came right out to booze/boo's Straight right out the news Right off the cover of a magazine Had the magazine with me at the club showing people like "Look at this and please try not to drool" I f** a Stacy thick a** for all the days she used to make me work And Tracy slick a** but not before I f** April first Translation I'm bout to fool Y'all countin' me out well I got you 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, here I count for you Biiitch [Hook] Last time took an 'L', now it's time to bounce back (I been had the moves) I was broke as hell, now it's time to bounce back (I got the moves) Every time I fail I got up and bounced back (I been had the moves) And nothing y'all can tell me about that bounce back [Repeat] [Part 2: "No Hook" Remix] [Intro] I'm doing this cause this what God want me to do These lyrics is ordained by the Lord You gon' get these bars For free [Verse] It's bad half and finally famous The weapon's Iranian Y'all n***as is Pomeranian My damie y'all Pootie Tang n***a I'm Damien Shots drop from out of my cranium My mind is Lebron drainin' em Five finger ring titanium Already in your top 5 Now my dingaling now dangling I'm flyer than Tom Chambers on the first NBA Live Double pumping from the three point NBA line On that war page with that 24 gauge But when I double pump it I'm prime Chamberlain Every track on the record got a background message “We don't back down ever!” I'm putting the autobiographical book out with the Book of Ryan I just let my b**h in LA read, now that sounds epic My mind carries words You couldn't walk a mile in my patent leather Larry Bird black con weapons I hope you know theres more fish that's in the sea I stole ya ho, we been kissing like we been sitting in a tree And these ho's in Detroit be trickin' sooo much They can completely gooo up a magician's sleeve You're totally awesome While I pour 40's on corners for those we lost My soul suffers from holy exhaustion Trippin' on opium just to cope with openin' coffins The devil sittin' close enough to me to quote me an offer Keep the union in unison like the Soviet's marching We goin' iron for iron like a trophy in golfing My n***a, better yet, I feel like the only man who can understand me is Sloth from The Goonies Cause he retarded as f**, on a boat with a treasure chest That makes perfectly good sense That's exactly how my career went Like a f**in' experiment I got a lot on my mind that I gotta deal with First of all, my favorite uncle died and favorite auntie died I missed both of they funerals f**in' around with rappers So every day and every night my conscience cries I'm stressed out because my moms be tired, pops be workin' And Lord knows I done threw enough dollars on the floor in the past for moms to retire That's why I be in the lab and my mind be wired Trying to figure it out fast before my time expires Man, but it's this one thing that always on my f**ing mind and it haunts me constantly guys And that's why in the f** have I not at least tried to get in between Ashanti's thighs I'm feeling like a straight s**er I faced the vibration My sober, righteous life only got a place for my lady But maybe I can ask my lady for permission She can give me a hall pa** like Jason Sudeikis This audio p**n I'm giving with a bit of sense A mind f** if you will I'm from Detroit but if I send you to the store with a large bill for some little sh** b**h, I was born by a river in a little tent Now I just ride with six vehicles with an ill tint I'm cut from the kind of cloth that'll never go outta style With or without the internet my sh**'ll still trend That's why I'm still standing with everything I came with Cool as a Jacuzzi everything in me is built in Nah, I don't borrow I'd rather discuss loaning I'm ready to go to war with whoever the f** want it Y'all weigh your respect against your release date I'm just an artist dog I don't know how to be fake I don't want no problems dog I don't wanna be apart of nothing with lies involved I don't want no phone that receives a thousand calls I don't need to be around a thousand smiling broads With they hands out Probably couldn't survive without em all But they can't vouch for who the next s**er