Art Of War

[Verse 1: A-live] I did everything that I said I would Just in case I never had the time to Asking God if you got me in his plans In case things don't go as we planned to I cheated death made it seem it never happened Knew what I believed never had it tatted What I was going through you couldn't fathom But when you chasing greatness none of that ever matters Set the pace my team watch our dreams come alive Watched Soup make his move and Ren beat the odds Never planned to survive, we plan to arrive And what you did in ten years we handled in five So watch what they all say now, I don't play what they all play now In this life I'mma never lay down, treat the world like it's my playground Had a foot in the grave no I never cried When you make something timeless you could never die [Chorus] It was all a dream, but I see it now Used to be the prince, now I want the crown Got the will to win, so it's going down This is [Verse 2: Soupa] Peace and quiet, no speaking I need it silent Demons in my dreams so I won't sleep or ease my eyelids I sick of always striving just for borderline surviving I've been keeping to myself like I've been in hiding in confinement It's me and the family, vanity is causing my insanity This is not the man I planned to be A dollar and a dream, a couple grand is like a fantasy All is fair in war, I can't plan on people sparing me, shit This world is so cold, everybody plugged in, and ain't nobody got soul They don't know they own bro, I'm doing as I wanna do and not how I've been told And to me that more valuable than gold if you ain't know It's the will to keep winning, the will to be different I'm sticking to my vision even if nobody gets it I gotta use my voice even if nobody listen Cause I know that they gonna hear me in a minute [Verse 3: Raekwon] A-1 kosher, the chrome roadster Son pulled up, heavy smacked flames out of his soldier He wasn't dressed right, no vest The war was supposed to pop, two weeks before the election This is stressing the boss cause he might take a big loss He used his voice to run the hood right, they shot up his whores Lester was a well known investor, he lived in with Joyce Her brother was connected, pa, he poisoned Breaking china, stepping on glass Juicy sweatsuits, her ass was lopsided, the bitch was just trash One seed, La'tone Naeem, fourteen, he would walk mean And grow up like the dad he never had, poor thing No family morals, this is a small thing But one day, he would get large and ball like Spalding Take the hood by hood, I sat back and threw a couple jewels at him