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(Y'all feel like that) Everyone wanna eat off our plate What happens when the artist gets tired of starving (Y'all feel like that?) Yeah Art of war (This is crazy bro) Yeah ([?] he dissing me in the kingdom of heaven, God) Just 'cause I be peaceful that don't turn me to a pacifist Jesus said to love your enemies and then he cracked the whip Smiles in my face but nowadays they seeming counterfeit How come every compliment they givin' always sound like this "Hi, my dear you got some bright ideas why don't you sign right here?" On my momma, I heard it all before (That's on my momma) Heard they wanted beef so I turned into a carnivore That's why every artist gotta know about the art of war First I'd get your business strapped, watch how they administrate They might cook the books before they put it on your dinner plate If you got a leak inside your house you gotta renovate If they don't act decently towards your spouse you must eliminate Checking all your enemies, sometimes look like friends that play pretend behind identities Once you let them in they get percentages like ten at least You pay for they fit and every trip with all amenities You don't got 'em Then number three is keep receipts and always keep them within reach (Uh) Letras de cancionesNever know what deceit you might have to defeat (Uh) Texts and emails expose a liar and a cheat And a shot from a screen defeat a shot and a tweet Number four I know you heard this before Never reply to a comment online Number five, while you keep all this in mind Make sure you fallin' in line with what the father designed, okay Just 'cause I be peaceful that don't turn me to a pacifist Jesus said to love your enemies and then he cracked the whip Tax-collecting Christian managers they're smoking cannabis Come down from that tree and pay the tax for your shenanigans (Come down from that tree baby) I swear the greed will ruin everything Cut the leash, saw that they weren't thorough in their pedigree Calculated L's but they be minor like the melody Better check the weather before you check the sons Ask the Son of Man how long I gotta forgive enemies He said to me, 70 times 70 times 70 times 70 times I think I'd rather make him rest in peace than go confess it Just 'cause I be peaceful that don't turn me to a pacifist Jesus said to love your enemies then he cracked the whip From Letras Mania