Launch the barrage
Its the godz
We the f*ckin mob
Plus we're All cut from different pics
Like a art collage
Y'all got thoughts of dethronin me
Better let me know
Cause CC'll Ill f*ck your nose up quicker
Than a bag of blow
War tapes
This the season
Anybody
Speakin ill
On this tape
Is me
Or its f*ckin treason
Theres No doubts in my head
Nashville never seen this
A bombardment
So bad
Theres nothin left to blow to pieces
Im on the warpath
Yo
This my motherf*ckin decade
I earn all my rap stripes
Im stealin all of your air waves
Leave you
Chokin to death
In a smolderin land
And theres no defense that could stand
For the invasion I planned
Ayo I blow up
Like a Rv
On 3rd and broad
Want somebody to save you
Don't look at me
Look to god
This the start
Of the hip hop reign
Of the f*ckin champ
You move through town
Like a Tank with no f*ckin tracks
Im ready to drive
Hand me the keys
Putin Nash on the map
Locals
Make me laugh
Musical comedy
I guess I tore
Cartilage in my knee
From all the slaps
Guess thats why
When Nashville hiphops mentioned
In the bugle
Its always taps
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Launch the barrage
Its the godz
We the f*ckin mob
Plus we're All cut from different pics
Like a art collage
Y'all got thoughts of dethronin me
Better let me know
Cause CC'll Ill f*ck your nose up quicker
Than a bag of blow
War tapes
This the season
Anybody
Speakin ill
On this tape
Is me
Or its f*ckin treason
Theres No doubts in my head
Nashville never seen this
A bombardment
So bad
Theres nothin left to blow to pieces
Im on the warpath
Yo
This my motherf*ckin decade
I earn all my rap stripes
Im stealin all of your air waves
Leave you
Chokin to death
In a smolderin land
And theres no defense that could stand
For the invasion I planned
Ayo I blow up
Like a Rv
On 3rd and broad
Want somebody to save you
Don't look at me
Look to god
This the start
Of the hip hop reign
Of the f*ckin champ
You move through town
Like a Tank with no f*ckin tracks
Im ready to drive
Hand me the keys
Putin Nash on the map
Locals
Make me laugh
Musical comedy
I guess I tore
Cartilage in my knee
From all the slaps
Guess thats why
When Nashville hiphops mentioned
In the bugle
Its always taps
Its the godz
We the f*ckin mob
Plus we're All cut from different pics
Like a art collage
Y'all got thoughts of dethronin me
Better let me know
Cause CC'll Ill f*ck your nose up quicker
Than a bag of blow
War tapes
This the season
Anybody
Speakin ill
On this tape
Is me
Or its f*ckin treason
Theres No doubts in my head
Nashville never seen this
A bombardment
So bad
Theres nothin left to blow to pieces
Im on the warpath
Yo
This my motherf*ckin decade
I earn all my rap stripes
Im stealin all of your air waves
Leave you
Chokin to death
In a smolderin land
And theres no defense that could stand
For the invasion I planned
Ayo I blow up
Like a Rv
On 3rd and broad
Want somebody to save you
Don't look at me
Look to god
This the start
Of the hip hop reign
Of the f*ckin champ
You move through town
Like a Tank with no f*ckin tracks
Im ready to drive
Hand me the keys
Putin Nash on the map
Locals
Make me laugh
Musical comedy
I guess I tore
Cartilage in my knee
From all the slaps
Guess thats why
When Nashville hiphops mentioned
In the bugle
Its always taps
Writer: Ryan Hadley
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