S.O.W. Lyrics – Margiela Myers
Singer: Margiela Myers
Title: S.O.W.
*rhythmic humming*
Now i’m getting n#gg#s stepped on – collecting spoils of war…
Looking off in my future, hearing voices from my past
Enemies turned to casualties, cuz they would never last
For my team i would give it all – down to my last
For the opps, they can get it all – down to the brass
I was first in my class, now i pass lanes freely
Cuz i made it out, moving boards like ouija
Neck fiji, see all this water make ’em queasy
But i done jumped the hurdles, runnin’ up is gone be easy
Quads in my blunt, running laps around the city
And i keep a b#tch, passenger side sitting pretty
Grabbing on her t#tt#es, taking her to louis
Ain’t sh#t change, call up franky for the jewellery
Remember sitting in a cell reading “art of war”
Now i’m getting n#gg#s stepped on – collecting spoils of war
Remember every n#gg# that talked sh#t before
Where they at tho!?! … not no more..
Looking at my neck, that’s a motherf#cking trophy
700 rocks, so you know they’re sitting cozy
They wonder how i did it, cuz my pots always soapy
In the kitchen, i’m kobe – i think i need a goalie
Pull up to the restaurant to eat some ravioli
But i need the sauce on the side – that aioli
I’m in the pots, whipping into the oil like aioli
Thought he was my brother, double crossed me
Left him holy..
Remember sitting in a cell reading “art of war”
Now i’m getting n#gg#s stepped on – collecting spoils of war
Remember every n#gg# that talked sh#t before
Where they at tho!?! … not no more..
Yeah you know my b#tch real bad, call her barbie
Ain’t sh#t changed, same n#gg# – different carti’s
I hopped out the clink, and said “f#ck the authority”
Got back to the streets, and ran it up – i don’t party
But if i do, i’m pouring ace of spades like baccardi
How i make the work flip fast? hit it hardly
Whole lotta horsepower, so i ain’t tardy
And yeah i got fire, more heat than the army
Let a n#gg# say he wants beef, that’s beyond meat
Got a whole lotta goons, what they do – is beyond me
Chain full of water, let it rock – start tsunami’s
Ain’t had my dad, so i ran it up at mommy’s
Got kicked out, when she seen the bags on me
Several years later, got 100 racks on me
Now my momma’s house so damn big it needs nannies
Y’all n#gg#’s ain’t doing sh#t – except xannies
Remember sitting in a cell reading “art of war”
Now i’m getting n#gg#s stepped on – collecting spoils of war
Remember every n#gg# that talked sh#t before
Where they at tho!?! … not no more..
Remember sitting in the cell reading art of war..
But now i’m getting n#gg#s stepped on, collecting spoils of war
And this for every n#gg# that talked sh#t before
Where they at tho!?! …
Not no more
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