Paroles Warfare Josh A

Warfare

They try to hate what I do, but I know that's chatter
Call me corny or cringe, yeah, like that matters?
They just left a hate comment, now my bag's fatter
They wonder how I land mill's like Mad Hatter
I just dropped a new video, leave 'em all tattered
I want none of your city, to you, I bet that hurts
Tower over everyone, I'm climbin' up the ladder
Used to be a glass ceiling but now that's shattered
I've been getting really sick of this rap game
I'm mad at record labels 'cause they filled up with mad lames
Like, how could I cope, man? They callin' me bad names
I just wipe my tears with the hunnids, spit more flames
Most rappers just surface, ain't more there
Post whips, but on Spotify, they poor there
Got lazy, now I'm cuttin' into your share
Better get the ammunition now, it's warfare

Kinda sad, all the rappers getting mad
'Cause I focus on my craft and I had to overlap every one of you
So down bad with it, focused on the racks
So you didn't even notice epitome, that's very dumb of you
I'm not mad, I don't care, been too busy in my bag
To really even want to make fun of you
Yeah, this the vision, the masterpiece
It doesn't matter who's after me, it's only me
'Cause I bring the cavalry every occasion
Send me your best and they all getting wasted
Day in my shoes? Nah, man, most couldn't take it
I put in the work and, like, how could they hate it?

I think I know the answer
Tried to the cut the real ones out the game like cancer
They don't wanna hear the lyrical, spiritual miracle guys
That throwin' forty-syllable lines, 'cause
Labels rackin' up a truck full of money
To these dumb little rappers with the name that sound funny
'Cause they're easy to control, couple million in marketing
See 'em everywhere you go
If I had the same funds then the music would explode
But now, I got a new strategy, just watch
I'm a couple viral videos from the top
I know they ain't ready for the hits I'm 'boutta drop
I'll do it, any cost
I'm comin' for the head of my enemies
Need a war to get rid of me, better kill every bit of me
Swear, it's like there were ten of me
Man, look what they did to me, tried to copy the recipe
Then they all became dead to me, now nobody's ahead of me
Try to diss, they in debt to me, now they all wanna settle beef
Money green, call it Hulk 'cause I stack it incredibly
My God, I've been runnin' circles, man, it's not fair
Better get the ammunition now, it's warfare

Kinda sad, all these rappers getting mad
'Cause I focus on my craft and I had to overlap every one of you
So down bad with it, focused on the racks
So you didn't even notice epitome, that's very dumb of you
I'm not mad, I don't care, been too busy in my bag
To really even want to make fun of you
Yeah, this the vision, the masterpiece
It doesn't matter who's after me, it's only me
'Cause I bring the cavalry every occasion
Send me your best and they all getting wasted
Day in my shoes? Nah, man, most couldn't take it
I put in the work and, like, how could they hate it?

They probably hate it 'cause your ego been building up
You finally gettin' money but your soul isn't filled enough
Like, we get it, you perfected the vision
You quit your job, man, you did it
You finally made somethin' for yourself
But I know you're not painless
You're gettin' fame, but you hate it
You feel commodified but you been way too scared to just face it
So you just run around paradin', but you help with the greater
You talkin' 'bout how you the greatest, but inside you been cavin'
'Cause you don't know who you are anymore
Inner thoughts kickin' down the door
"Josh, I think it's time we take you on tour
Forget about your mental health, we think it's time to perform
Forget about your self-esteem, just get in front of the camera
You gotta turn into a product, let's just make the brand grander
We need a hit, we need a feature, man, we really gotta chart
Heard you're makin' Fearless II, I heard that's comin' from the heart
But I don't like it, I get it, you just wanna do your art, but you should scrap it
(Oh come on, man, I thought you wanted to be famous)"
Forget the warfare, there's a war in your mental
You been at a crossroads, you been stuck in the middle
Like, do you wanna dive in, or do you wanna stay little?
Swear you're always back and forth, man, why the hell you so fickle?
Your last album went pop, but that wasn't really you
The point of what you're doin' is just talkin' to the youth
Helpin' fans with their depression, to escape for just a second
Maybe they're takin' the message and they'll put away the weapon
Man, just think about it, reassess the motive
This ain't quantum physics, this isn't show business
This is musical healing, embrace the pain, let 'em feel it
And wear your heart on your sleeve, let the flaws all be seen
Don't worry 'bout all the greed, 'cause, deep down, I know you'd die for it
Just 'cause you were born outta the pain
You were tryin' to exist but you barely maintained
Bein' chained to your depression, only thing that brought change
You concealed it like a weapon but the gun stays aimed
And you would die for your family, even if you were estranged
All the bags that you been chasin' got 'em fallin' to the waist
You would never miss a dinner, now you miss the holidays
Been too wrapped up in the vision, you a loser, you a lame
Man, I hate you, but I'm you
If I gotta see it, I guess I'll make you see it too
Fix it