Jackson Pollock

[Intro] Andy Mineo [Verse] Okay, where should I begin? It's dark outside, it's ominous When I had no dough, ate ramen with A whole lotta Ritz, now I'm convinced That I'm content, but I gotta get A whole lot 'fore my time is spent And I'm diving in what the Psalmist writ I'm feeling myself like Madonna did Quarantine when the virus hit (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm like, where did my commas went? Got a hide out like Osama crib That spring break kid with no common sense (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Therapy for the trauma lived Oh, that's where all of my dollars spеnt That's Miner League, thе E-N-T And I ain't talkin' sinuses I don't make threats, I make promises And I don't go flex on accomplishments Man, right now that's what time it is And I'm climbin' sorta like climate is (Woah) Or a pilot that just did two lines of blow inside of the private jet And the thing go "pyoom" Never Land II, gotta drop that soon Runnin' on fumes I ain't gassed up, I'm confident I ain't gassed up, look when I'm driving in It's electric, kid bought Tesla Well, not yet, but it's on my checklist Pre-ordered that, yeah, I'm invested Waiting for mine come in, timing, man Patience, that's what the lesson They salty like Epsom They don't like me, but they gotta respect 'em 'Fore I leave I'ma leave an impression R-I-P to the beat, I stretched it out Don't smoke weed, but I'm extra loud Me and wifey bought an extra house Just in case I wanna exit out Money don't grow on trees, but it grow on me 'Cause I go throw seed in the ground (What?), yeah, uh, hm Everybody talkin' 'bout they YOLO living Don't know what go with it Don't happen automatic, gotta get up, go get it Miner League Co. in it, don't ya see the code in it? I'm so cold with it, so prolific When it come to the flow, I'm Pro Bowl with it Gon' respect my name, Cinco-ocho with it Every single one of my bars got a gold ticket Yeah, woo, yeah, woo, yeah No, I'm not finished, just started Nonna told me, "Go mangia" Feel like Mike Vick with the option Y'all send blitz, I'm gettin' outta pocket Y'all trend pick, I'm pickin' my flowers Y'all been gettin' sour Y'all blend with the cowards But I'm right back in it, no, I can't lose Can't walk in 'em or tie my shoes Already know what side I choose What's that I hear? Sideline boos? Huh Y'all ain't even the game like, "Put me in, coach" Takin' shots but I'm Dikembe Then do my dance in the end zone [Outro] Right What's up?