Baskiat

[Intro] [?] nigga offer me everything but money Want no food? I don't want no food, I want more money I wanna eat money, muthafucka I wanna eat money and shit change [Verse] Life is your canvas, paint that shit good Pull out that stick on me, I wish a nigga would But you won't do that Repercussions gon' be felt, best believe we finna shoot back (gat-gat-gat) Try to spend a day in my shoes, come get your shoe back 250 for the zip, bitch, you smoking boof pack Snatch a nigga chain, you ain't getting your jewels back My nigga whipping coke with the chopstick Portable stove, the Pyrex, we 'bout to rock shit Let that shit freeze for fifteen, then we hit the block and shit My nigga brought the key home, he like the locksmith R.I.P. my nigga All these memories, I had to paint a good picture I'm Basquiat with it, I don't feel good without 'ya The streets pulling me in, I'm just trying to stay out of it I feel like we dem boys, and I'm proud of it The block is hot as shit Police watching, but you know we ain't stopping on my clock and shit The white man steady trying to block my blessings I did some shit in the past but now I learned my lessons I'm focused on my shit, I stay applying pressure I'm the Lord of the Ring, you know this my precious This real life shit ain't no science fiction Quipped y'all shit, my niggas iron whippin' Junkie said that dog food getting to him like he Brian Griffin We some hyenas in the lion's den We took the big nigga down by our damn selves These niggas switching sides now I gotta put this paper over my pride now If you a real nigga, what you lying bout? If you a real nigga, why you hiding out? Swear these rappers ain't all that Niggas always tryna be something they not I see through niggas like the metal detector Don't wait until I leave your whole body on the stretcher (brrrr) These niggas follow trends, my shit forever [Refrain] These niggas follow trends, my shit forever Like for real, nigga My shit, forever nigga [Outro] Yo t'es en train de diriger le monde dehors You have everything You have everything You're so fucking relevant, you're on point You're different, you need— you're like— You make me fucking travel *stutters* J'sais plus quoi dire, G J'sais plus quoi dire, bro [Skit] This jock is— Drawer close to your turntable, baby Recognize, all my record buyers Turn your loudspeaker up loud