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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Bars
Michael Bars
Composer
Michael Pacquiao
Michael Pacquiao
Songwriter
Matthew Oliver
Matthew Oliver
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aarif Nordien
Aarif Nordien
Additional Engineer
H3 Music
H3 Music
Producer

Lyrics

I'm making a move You better prepare for the anarchy I'll pick up the phone with a different tone because you would stare at the back of me Those who have been in a battle would actually Know I'm the meanest Anyone planning to go in the throne is going to see this I'm making a move You better prepare for the anarchy I'll pick up the phone with a different tone because you would stare at the back of me Those who have been in a battle would actually Know I'm the meanest Anyone planning to go in the throne is going to see this Lookin like a rat face I aim Only wanna get fame Feel pain Put you in a casket Usian Running so fast Chasing my name You done messed up Gotta watch your back Thinking everybody can Comment that Lookin so high Never gonna reach it Always wanna talk Come here and you do it In my face Never gonna happen Got all my friends So secure like a mansion How you gonna come up When You're getting all the bashin Michael bars and me Full of action Never gonna stop Lovin all my tracks Shoutout to people That would always have my back Let's end this beef right now Let's be friends not turning you down Speaking of it Not gonna lie You did your thing Was a surpise You answered it Lowkey typed Run from it Cool disguise One by one It hurt you most Dislike vid For me that goes You not grateful What you have Why you cry It hurts that bad? Not gonna talk anymore I Got my homie about to Destroy Watch for him cuz he killin The noise Silent but deadly He slicin your throat Not gonna talk anymore I Got my homie about to Destroy Watch for him cuz he killin The noise Silent but deadly He slicin your throat Bringing out the bomb in my sentences Add that I probably would mention it But I like watching it drop within a minute I'm not good with friend and it's Only the parts that connect to it, you were never positive let just get abit of distance I'm thinking that you were never honest, You special, kid Now They debating and hating on somebody making a difference Inside of a life you will live in I got my name in the bible, even if I didn't I know i could silence the wicked And I can admit that I'm nice, but you know that I got the mind of a villain If taking you on was a real priority, you would've known it's a final decision I'm scoping for answers, wonder why you so over dramatic You say that you want to show love But you putting more hate if we molding from passion I'm putting my foes in a casket My enemies pose for the cameras You aim for the clout, like a monkey getting upon the road for bananas I wonder why local ambassadors bash up those with some talent You gotta consider the fact that you wouldn't be able to cope with the balance No visible hope for challengers after the moment to grab it Hit a rock at your house, it'll be the only time you get stoned in your mansion Don't mix a fact with an opinion, one thing you guys didn't get You will never get Bars, I can tell that coke is only the line that you sniff Look at what the scariest part is That you've been a verified artist Coming at someone that would never respond Because he barely got started, so best beware
Writer(s): Michael Pacquiao Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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