A.R.T.

On a hill
With the goat Justin
His skill mixed with mine
That's a beat combustion
I need peace
Cuz it's a lot chaos
Goin hard day to day
I know it's gone pay off

They say I'm hard to stomach
You might need some pepto bismol
If that boy broke
Then that's his fault
When you get some kelp
Then they wanna help
Keep it stealth
When you gettin' wealth

Broke
Is a financial deformity
During tough times
I be speaking cordially
We gotta Learn the money game
Cuz they up 4 to 3
Ty got my back
And he swore to me

I know to do better
Cuz my senses are keen
I put hours in the math lab
With Mr. Vereen
I don't like school
But I gotta grind
That's cuz the struggles
Got me in a bind

Staying sane
By rolling up a strain
Smoking is life
We smoking in the rain
Hotboxing umbrellas
With my fellas
With my fellas
Hotboxing umbrellas

Ain't no doubt in my mind
That them folks is Satan
The disrespect they got for us
Always been blatant
This whole time I had a skill
That was latent
Finna tell my lil brother
That we finally made it

In yo mind
I'm installing knowledge
Like some box braids
Ima be rich
By time I reach my pops age
Ya dig
Ya dig

How my brother Eazy
Pull up outside
It will leave
Yo mouth wide
Takeover on Crenshaw
You could hear it from Degnan
It's good in the hood
No Meagan

Life is divided
Into segments
Ima do it big
Just give me a second
Some weed and a book
Is very substantial
I don't believe in a crook
Yo come up they'll cancel

Persevere
Till the coast is clear
I'm on point with this drip
Ima icicle
I'm only moving forward
Like a bicycle
Stagnant haters
You know I make they eyes tickle

Talking to the manifest master
Like wassup with it
I'm what they need
I'm like a dietary supplement
Dancing in the booth
Like its ball room
Aye homie
Turn up the volume

Art
Ain't no restrictions on art
Interpret it how you want
If u going through something
Create something
That's when the best of you gone show
You feel me



Credits
Writer(s): Mosiah Garcia
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