4th25 - Lace Your Boots lyrics

[Verse 1] I know im not what your used to Too real for all that fruit stuff Revealing perpetrators though they hide Just throw your truce up No time for all that new stuff Frontin on that who what I could give a f** about you n***as Pick your tools up Its war, lace your boots up Its real, f** the rules bro Close contact one hand combat Or long distance f** you fools up Back in the saddle now Back up in the battleground If its in your heart when it sparks Act according now The object man slaughter now The order shut these fools down The target, anything moving Women and children catching slugs now No love so don't come around Run for the border now Head shots are the standard Got no time for no second rounds Down from the start to finish n***as talk it but I live it True to the heart though its hard Im still up in it Business is my personal Pain if I touch a few f** your life my nig And look here, take it personal [Verse 2] I keep my boots laced tight as f** In god I trust These mo'f**ers can't be stupid enough Not to throw they truce up But f** 'em, No this is not love This is d**h bout to touch 'em This is anything moving Becoming the new focus of my weapon This is with each breath I take in Bein the last one they takin This is me askin gods forgiveness For all the souls at his gate waitin All the clothes we left on lifeless bodies White flags could a saved em But they refuse to chose to wave 'em So I refuse not to spray 'em, f**em That's why they stay With they face to the pavement prayin To god they don't get weighed in Cause we are not playin We are on top of this foodchain And they could never evolve past us And though we'd see this solved peacefully They mistakenly come after us But they never seem to be able to handle The repercussions afterwards When the dust settles and they finally realize They should have been pacifists But its too late to switch After this full metal jacket grabs em Look we toldem this was war And we toldem we get at em This is war… [Verse 3] I don been to war in all seasons Gave a whole new meanin to block bleedin I done seen some of the hardest cats shot On the ground screamin Exercising these demons From the souls of my enemies My mouth never moves But my finger moves repeatedly Casket closed friend or foe When its my time I'll never know Don't catch bullets always Let my bullets go Squeeze till its nothing left Protect my buddy protect my self Gotta make it home so i Fight till my last breathe Never mind these f**ed up rules If he can break 'em so can you If he talk sh** best believe That im gone k**em fool A dead man can't talk f**em is what im talking about Only story getting told Is the story coming out my mouth Its war, ain't no rules here My enemies made that real clear Explosives under the street The only thing that I'm fearing here No time to make my first mistake Be on point wit each chance I take Gotta stay focused just to Make it to the next day My eyes are open never shut Holdin a weapon blow 'em up When my boots are laced up Best believe im not given a f** I'm giving all my rounds away Hell naw I ain't stingy bro He can take 'em all or he better Throw his truce up, its war