You will know the truth Betta' believe it And if you think I'm here to play around with y'all Goddammit I'm not (Goddammit I'm not)
Let a nigga talk his shit Don't give a fuck about ya' twitter fingers I'll admit it, I'll admit it I'm a cotton picker
It really must offend you bitches I can tell, I can tell How you on my dick
I can already hear the comments Niggas looking at me, strange faces, so astonished Bad taste, like whites up in blackface They liked to claim, but why the crowd insane?
One-nine-nine-nine, they were never here Nigga climbed so high, they forever fear Unrealistic goals, never did believe Told 'em suck the chode, now it's just me
Power-tripping on this goddamn stage If yo' feelings fucked up, bitch, I hope it stay If you got a fucking problem, just say En Garde got 'em screaming, ain't no fucking way
En Garde, En Garde En Garde (uh, yeah) En Garde
Fuck it, let the beat build Niggas in the crowd getting ill To this sound, that I found When I could just barely feel Meet an army of me, you claiming this shit ain't real And I'm back in town fucker, this time I just came to kill
Ah, bitch, it's getting too real now Airplane might crash But my home might want it that way Motherfucker run, I'm stepping on the gas
Now they all wanna' apologize Don't assume that this nigga ever sympathize Want me one step closer with a weak mind? Bitch I'm two steps closer leaving y'all behind But three steps closer? Nigga, you don't wanna know That's when the shawty's get involved Kicking down doors Now I'm kicking down flows Still myself hoe
En Garde, En Garde Hop up off my nuts, woah Yeah Hop up off my nuts, woah Yeah, Yeah
It's kinda crazy, ain't it? It's kinda crazy, ain't it? Uh, let me say one thang
Yeah Let me talk my shit
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