[Intro]

Yeah

New York City

Yeah (Heatmakerz, Crack Music)

I'm back

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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 hollеrin' at the sky, "I'm ready, God"

Call the Air Forcе, 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)

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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