Styles P - I Declare War lyrics

[Chorus:] I declare war, own you s**er n***as f** you all Go get your ones up Hey, go get your guns up [Verse 1:] Building destroyed is the mind-state Can't at the clock, make the time Straight to 3:15 Then 12:30, whoever is hell worthy Got the 9 clip, that I called sweet 16 One in the dome, in the zone like a twilight Shoot good, slam hard, sports and the highlights The G talking, you should know what he saying You was making the movie, I'm the cinema playing in Take a seat cause it's showtime Now is your time, when you'd n***a that's swinging it Wolves and gorillas and them villains in them high rise Blue nines and Maroon 5, we the fly guys Now everything the same over here king Just more money, less friends, let's see what this year bring Let's know what your n*ggas, they start tripping Take the Bravo, long black clipping Pull up on your block, straight a** whipping I'm not sad soul shoot, I don't wanna meet you I get money in three tours, I'm so boss coast through Psychopathic thoughts, I put it in ink I'm a genius, Harvard wanna know what I think They call me Don Don, silverback, gorilla my soul They say I'm hot now, guess it take a while to bloom D-Block when we come through, give us some room n***a [Chorus] [Verse 2:] A few k**ers, huh, a few getters Big Furs in Pittsburgh, we're true stealers Just serve a six birds to few dealers Realer, who ella spread like Nutella Martella, Marchello, sleeves grey Saw a fish and next door neighbor And three A for three K, I have a spark for three days While I'm parked watching power play by D-Ray Don't even ask about no boy, home with the money team And I don't know Floyd, get your hate out Next cla** the Rolls-Royce, No voice Let the tray out, faster than dow boy [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Sent from heaven, God gave us Mac 11s and 7s, Ferragamo footwear Lion Heart's legends, Flicfair Kahuna's Come through, get wild and pumas Burning piles of dow, up inside the room is red The paper is long, the ninja is stronger Knock the wind out of you like bombs of enigma Depending when n***as get drunk, f** the tremendous I'm in the stairs with shares, n***a it's business The pipeline is horrible, connects the mauders The gun filled with bombs, the shells n***as is formers All the money fly, dressed to k** My will Keep you wanting milk from Dreas and Kai Living off the land, living just like the lottery n***as Only difference we pump h**n off the b**hes Feeding teams, playing, sit back gleaming What you wanna eat Now he hanging from my choppa, hold his feet [Chorus]