Bobby Creekwater - You and What Army lyrics

[Intro] You will be a weapon A minister of d**h praying for war Because I am hard you will not fight me But the more you hate me the more you will learn (yeah) I am hard but I am Fair [Verse 1] Try this on for size: Grow up broke Stand in the cold with a hole in your coat Stay next door to a woman who smokes A whole pack of cigarettes with a hole in her throat My mama's in the church, high off hope My uncle's in the trap, my aunt don't know My cousin went to school so she could be a writer Met a n***a with some money and thats all she wrote And here I am, runnin' these streets Trying to find a bit of my identity Meanwhile everyother n***a I knows getting money Ridin' in the droptop like Kennedy f**in' with all the young girls I like I could be a hater but it ain't my right I could could go f** with the big booty girl, but The whole hood hit her and she ain't my type I came from the bottom, like it or not They'll put a gun to you if they like what you've got And they might break, but they don't bend And they don't talk, because thats not the trend But thats not news, so y'all won't know It ain't yall's boat, so yall won't row You gotta pay attention to be up on this And why would yall pay what yall don't owe? And why would yall ever give a f** about me? And why would I ever give a f** about yall? Theres no need to smell, I know I'm the sh** And where I come from, n***a, sh** dont stall And where I come from you can rob, rob rob Talk sh** all day, n***a that don't harm me You're gonna stop who? You and what army? [Intermission] See, thing is you only have to f** up once Be a little slow, be a little late Just once And how you Ain't never be slow, never be late? You can't plan for no sh** like this man This is life [Verse 2] Came up broke, the game was fixed; How are you gonna win if you dont play? They say be humble and all that sh**, but How are you gonna be the man if you dont say? I shall not stop, or reconsider Call in favors, I don't waiver And even though I bring your hunger to a halt with food for thought n***a I don't cater I don't talk just cause I can I don't let a n***a disrupt my plan; I don't let a n***a disrupt my paper - Im gonna get money 'till I meet my makers Talk my sh** kick back on Acers Walk away in the end with all that money like Idris and Paul at the end of takers [Outro] Who's the judge? Judge is god And why is he god? Because he decides who wins or loses, not my opponent And who is you opponent? He doesn't exist And why doesn't he exist? Because he's a mere dissenting voice to the truth I speak That's right I speak the truth