[Lyric] Army Vets (AmAFlow)

Bonafide

Dirty Redd and TT who I used to brag wit
Before even a thought of a bag to get
Pulled the pin from grenade yeah I fragged some
Couldn't see me in PT slim to quick
Not concerned with footware no dough for kicks
Just mic and instrumentals I approached with spit
My dudes like domestic preferred foreign chicks
Check my airline miles been scoring hits
Competition on the bench few more to sit
Intelligence and wit what I battered them wit
Fit likе right size explaining redundant
Son got his scopе on the hunted know you scavengers want it
But know better than to touch with this Apex on it
These Army Vets got now next
Bonafide Dirty Redd who y'all expect

Dirty Redd

Bonafide picked me up from reception
Told me pack your ruck sack bring your mask and your weapon
The units in the field they done already left and
We can catch up if we just get to steppin
Said he was hitting the studio when we got back
And so I lied to him and told him I rapped
He handed me a mic said just spit facts
Surprised myself it didn't come out wack
Kept coming to his crib cold brews and bbqs
Every single weekend I was looking forward to
Getting on the mic and releasing my tension
Completing my mission shooting lyrical ammunition
Don't run in formation we lap the competition
With no hesitation executive decisions
Words razor sharp microscopic incisions
Trying to throw rocks would be a fatal decision