ARTist
I'm a fucking artist and I'll never choke
Try my fucking hardest every letter (I spoke)
Write that shit retarded every word I wrote
I'm a fucking savage, not a bandage
Cutting up these bandits, wanna be abandoned
I'm too damaged I can't stand it
Will I manage
Sink the ship I think I planned it
Robbed my chucks I think I'm branded (Yea)
Speed down, my seats nice
But my feet drown, in these nikes
These fights got me asking why are these nights so cold?
And these prices ain't cutting, my style
They cutting the check but I'm what you expect when you clown some respect and they laugh at you
Don't even sweat it, don't sound apologetic
A little anesthetic for the cut back
Don't cut that, we see you
That white T, is see through
We been seeing the fake and it's time that I take a little mind for the break
A little time don't mistake why you don't find yourself awake, in a pool?
And you can't even swim
You're stuck in the deep, there's no time to think
You can't reach your feet, when you suddenly blink
And start feeling weak
I'm breathing like my vocals clogged up
I'm slipping off that quick sand I can't give up
Can't give up
I'm a fucking artist and I'll never ch-
Try my fucking hardest every letter I spo-
Try my fucking hardest every letter (I spoke)
Write that shit retarded every word I wrote
I'm a fucking savage, not a bandage
Cutting up these bandits, wanna be abandoned
I'm too damaged I can't stand it
Will I manage
Sink the ship I think I planned it
Robbed my chucks I think I'm branded (Yea)
Speed down, my seats nice
But my feet drown, in these nikes
These fights got me asking why are these nights so cold?
And these prices ain't cutting, my style
They cutting the check but I'm what you expect when you clown some respect and they laugh at you
Don't even sweat it, don't sound apologetic
A little anesthetic for the cut back
Don't cut that, we see you
That white T, is see through
We been seeing the fake and it's time that I take a little mind for the break
A little time don't mistake why you don't find yourself awake, in a pool?
And you can't even swim
You're stuck in the deep, there's no time to think
You can't reach your feet, when you suddenly blink
And start feeling weak
I'm breathing like my vocals clogged up
I'm slipping off that quick sand I can't give up
Can't give up
I'm a fucking artist and I'll never ch-
Try my fucking hardest every letter I spo-
Credits
Writer(s): Manny Hernandez
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