PHD - Casualty of War (BBL Drizzy) Lyrics

Said it all comes back to music
Calling out the ones who can prove it
There's a cry in the sky, God's fallen
And the followers run to delusion
Yeah, ay, I'm feeling glorified
Quite a sight to see just from a mortal's eyes
Knocking off a crown, left you demoralized
Should've seen your face, it left you horrified
Step into the mortal life
Welcome to the utter truth
Show us proof that it's you that's writing in the booth
You got a crowd out here thinking that you cut the fuse
It's the same motherf*ckers looking up to you
They just wanna suck on you
That's because you set the scene
Fake weird niggas always get confused with kings
Willonius and Metro Boomin with the set up beat
I had to send it to the kitchen just to make it clean
Can you really blame the people for this energy
You the goofy one who made all of the enemies
You the only one they really wanna see bleed
Sad to see the other brother take the blow for you
But it's rap and it happens, that's a game thing
Casualty of war, let's talk about my nigga Cole
I was bumming on that nigga as a 10 year old
Why'd you hop up on some rhymes if you didn't feel the lines
You had Drake up in your mind, had to step you out the light
And I bet it hurt
Like that Drizzy Drake only hurt your worth
Made you soft to the game just like that nigga Durk
Take it back to Forest Lane and redefine your work
Now let's run it back to that nigga Jimmy
I see you in the chair but can you stand on business
High school just a topic that you're not forgetting
Aye Dot, show receipts, show us all the images
Big man out here and he hiding kids again
Smoked out, Hoe bounce, said a nigga shit again
Got 11 on the mind, I was running millions
Maple Leafs lost twice, the whole city losing it
Tucson's top voice and I'm really feeling it
Said it's all about the music and who's really killing it
You ain't really bout the masses, influence the biggest bitches
Think about it while you crumble from the throne you sitting in
This a message to the people who be glazing him by choice
All the people in denial, trying to drown out all that noise
Said I promise there is hope for you, just listen to my voice
Get some common sense and say f*ck it to the boy, nigga
I'm thinking about what to write
I'm locked into these nights
I'm thinking about what Kendrick said
I'm thinking about Aubrey dead
The boy confused for man
Canadian playing American
No substance in your jams
No heartbeat through the land
At first you missed the soul
And second was control
The third became the test
And fourth would prove your rest
I pray it gave you joy
I hope you love your boy
I feel the tides are shifting
Curtain closes for BBL Drizzy