Pro Era
Pardon Me

[Intro]
Yeah
New York City
Yeah (Heatmakerz, Crack Music)
I'm back

[Chorus]
It's a twenty v. one-man army
These n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as bench weight
N***as 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
N***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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)
N***as 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 n***as 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, n***a
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