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