Willie Green - Zulu Tolstoy lyrics

[Verse] Wrote a story about a rapper writing a story rap about his shorty trying to ramp his way up out the trap Plenty hoes, gats, run of the mill but flow ill voice [owe?] cognac He'd say "No h*mo!" if this was his track So I'm writing about him writing about him writing about that Felt it fell flat, took a break but he kept going like "Sorry, B, I got an album to rap" Two decent sixteens, chorus cook crack Ended up not using it, not like it was wack but something off with the hatch Producer caught feelings, took the beat back Take brick bad, he quick mad Meanwhile shorty from the song still rapping, buzzing, "This really might happen!" Taking meeting in Manhattan, single has traction Hip-Hop cops trying to catch him packing Dusty old warrants dug out file cabinets "That's that good hate!" Every time the phone ring, might could be Drake Missed SouthBy, wifey wouldn't let him out the state Stayed home with the gate, wrote a hook on his phone and knew right away it was f**ing great [Outro] "The good book says that he that lives by the sword shall perish by the sword, said the black What right man would have it any other way? he said It makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. War endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. War was always here. Before man was, war waited for him."