Yeah New York City Yeah (Heatmakerz, Crack Music) I'm back It's a twenty v. One-man army These niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey Told y'all I was back now, gotta pardon me I set the bar high like a fuckin' Harley, ayo Shoulder check 'em, then brush the dust off (yeah) Mama raised a soldier, I raised the bar, wipe the rust off Hear my shots ring from afar whenever I buss off Like a. 44 Bulldog, poppin' y'all ears off Took some years off, thought somehow my shit would wear off Like who the fuck lied? I'm hollerin' at the sky: I'm ready, God Call the Air Force, they still waitin' on my reply So I went: You sendin' shots direct, you make sure he die It's a fire inside of this air soul The flow is more flammable than aerosol Put a lighter to it and the can blow I'm too hot to handle They ain't know Joe Stallone, that shit like Rambo (Yo) The silver-tongued Sly Sylvester, apply pressure The suit's double-breasted, linen, no polyester Hoppin' out the limo, stickin' middle fingers out the window Fuck a kind gesture, when it come to bars, I got you niggas in limbo Microphone checker (uh-huh), homewrecker Better check your mate, I'm playing chess with you, not checkers Set the record straight, I'm at your breast plate, you niggas bench weight Niggas bleed just like us, so get your men straight 'Cause I could really put you men on pause Like dog feet, tell me now, who's ready for war, bitch? Bitch (uh), bitch (ah), bitch (ayo, look) It's a twenty v. One-man army Niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey Told y'all I was back now, y'all pardon me I set the bar high like a fuckin' Harley, look This a twenty v. One-man army These niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey Told y'all I was back now, y'all pardon me I set the bar high like a fuckin' Har— ayo Now, how I set the scene up is ominous Paintin' pictures with your blood like Marina Abramović I'm like Michelangelo with a brush of Van Gogh Slide the door, paint your house, and watch the black van go Somebody gotta die, I'm just illustratin' my pain I'm spillin' nail feelings, this for sure leave a stain, I I swear I don't mean to smear your campaign It's a damn shame if you can't see what I'm portrayin', aight How many body bags a nigga finna pile up? Just my luck, ready for the smoke, in fact, I'm fired up I got they notification and now I'm finna slide up They tryna touch the crown, here, I got some fades lined up They mind struck, tell 'em step them rhymes up, slime Know I'm worth y'all time, but y'all just ain't worth mine Nobody knows your name, kid, but I know what your aim is I shoot you, I'm brainless, you shoot me, you famous It's a twenty v. One-man army (army) Niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey (Garvey) Told y'all I was back now, y'all pardon me (pardon my back) I set the bar high like a fuckin' Harley (look) This a twenty v. One-man army (yeah) These niggas tried to mark us out like Garvey (Garvey) Told y'all I was back now, y'all pardon me (pardon my back) I set the bar high like a fuckin' Har— ayo Yeah, nigga Shit like that, yeah (shit is practice, shit is light) Respect that, homie Check the background, you can see I'm with all the extra (I'm with all that) 2025, all the way live, pardon my back, bitch Grrt, I'm back