A.R.T
That nigga, yeah I'm that nigga
Fantasizing 'bout whippin' a Benz
But I gotta study, yeah I gotta study
Cause they say my music don't make sense
But it's okay
Cause I know they feeble minds won't ever ever comprehend
I don't give a fuck and I won't pretend
Are all these people around me really friends
I mean; they all tryna' make me follow these trends
Staying true to myself 'till my life end
I can't be making music that offends
The glory of art
Every line I'm dropping' comes from the heart
Been rapping because of passion from the start
Niggas making music but what's it about
May-weather flows, talk about clout
Nobody got that, really I doubt
Who cares about lyrical content
People wanna hear sexual comments
That offend women just for amusement
What can I say though, being called a hoe in the present a compliment
Everybody just seems to be fine with it
Nevermind me, I'm just speaking my mind
I'm slowly giving up on humankind
They won't listen to me 'cause I'm unsigned
I don't understand why they all undermine
Clearly my music is truly refined
But I'm overlooked, like everyone's blind
Meditate, get my chakras aligned
To boost my confidence when it declines
Self-love I'm still trying to find
I deal with depression I have to confess
Tryna' relieve all this mental distress
Smoking weed, holding on to my sanity
Don't understand why I can't just be happy
Getting numb tryna' kill my anxiety
Sacrifice my lungs for the sake of creativity
Yeah, yeah
My music different
They listen to me and they laugh
I ain't stressing, one day they'll beg for autographs
And fuck being on the charts
I do this 'cause I love the art
I don't respect niggas who's music really ain't got heart
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
They say I rap too hard
Is this soft enough
I've honestly had enough
Of all these niggas actin' tough
I'm a diamond out the rough
Killing brain cells when I cough
I'm on these drugs so I don't have to fucking think
Feels like I'm 'bout to go insane I'm on the fucking brink
Spitting tsunami flows, make Noah's ark sink
They say my music lame yeah
And I will never know fame yeah
But I can't listen to your songs
They all sound the same
Fuck
I don't care
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
Fantasizing 'bout whippin' a Benz
But I gotta study, yeah I gotta study
Cause they say my music don't make sense
But it's okay
Cause I know they feeble minds won't ever ever comprehend
I don't give a fuck and I won't pretend
Are all these people around me really friends
I mean; they all tryna' make me follow these trends
Staying true to myself 'till my life end
I can't be making music that offends
The glory of art
Every line I'm dropping' comes from the heart
Been rapping because of passion from the start
Niggas making music but what's it about
May-weather flows, talk about clout
Nobody got that, really I doubt
Who cares about lyrical content
People wanna hear sexual comments
That offend women just for amusement
What can I say though, being called a hoe in the present a compliment
Everybody just seems to be fine with it
Nevermind me, I'm just speaking my mind
I'm slowly giving up on humankind
They won't listen to me 'cause I'm unsigned
I don't understand why they all undermine
Clearly my music is truly refined
But I'm overlooked, like everyone's blind
Meditate, get my chakras aligned
To boost my confidence when it declines
Self-love I'm still trying to find
I deal with depression I have to confess
Tryna' relieve all this mental distress
Smoking weed, holding on to my sanity
Don't understand why I can't just be happy
Getting numb tryna' kill my anxiety
Sacrifice my lungs for the sake of creativity
Yeah, yeah
My music different
They listen to me and they laugh
I ain't stressing, one day they'll beg for autographs
And fuck being on the charts
I do this 'cause I love the art
I don't respect niggas who's music really ain't got heart
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
They say I rap too hard
Is this soft enough
I've honestly had enough
Of all these niggas actin' tough
I'm a diamond out the rough
Killing brain cells when I cough
I'm on these drugs so I don't have to fucking think
Feels like I'm 'bout to go insane I'm on the fucking brink
Spitting tsunami flows, make Noah's ark sink
They say my music lame yeah
And I will never know fame yeah
But I can't listen to your songs
They all sound the same
Fuck
I don't care
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
They say my music too dark
But I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I make this music for me bro
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
I don't fucking care
Credits
Writer(s): Kabelo Mohapi
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