Lyrics:
disrespect
Me was a joy ask me wah me do
Me say artist him say me unemployed
Lock me up me nuh hav no lawyer
So ah jail me sleep in and now me pass him
now dem war wid vendetta
A tru squash him tun trendsetta or alkaline cold him need a sweata
Di artist dem gone pon twitta
Seems like di dwags dem catch
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
with his mom
They add color to everything they touch
There's an artist inside of him trying to get out
He's a Super-Hero kinda' Guy
Got a little dog
!) Murda di bwoy
But can't kill ( katal katal ) di man
I'd beat that fuck ass artist right where him tand
( Beat di life out his bitch ass! )
Mi
true artist
Makes him aware that our Nation falls
Short of it's highest potential
I see little of more importance to
The future of our country and
Our
The artist in him could paint the apartment building
Or coliseums, too busy can't call or see him
And that's real, yeah fall is coming alive
I'm spreading
started, don't get lost inside the mosh pit
No Travis Scott diss
My favorite artist
Somebody tell him YBD is one of the hardest
The hardest Comin' out
let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me
where the pump crack
Right here where it started, see our spitters so retarded
RIP your favorite artist, leave him dead in the party
Been getting cocky
let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me
artist
Dog him at his game and throw the choker on
I'm slim but strong
Tops down first
I saw you wit that bottoms up
Left the club to j it
Maybe
him weapons and we asked him
"Oh you running track now?"
Grab ya favorite artist put him in the post and cook his a** like i'm Jerry Stackhouse
And rips his work to shreds
There's a fortune telling tree
Who shows your destiny
The artist asks him of
His only one true love
The tree shows him the truth
He's an escape artist
Call him Mr. Houdini
When he's drunk driving, call him Aston Martini
He's gotten every wish
He's ever wanted must have genie
you
Can fill your pockets but he Cannot pay his rent
Yes its a Cold world- i know its how the Game goes
Trick a artist make Him think that he got
But throw up bare tracks that you've rapped to
It don't make you sick tho
Fuck charting, I top all you mainstream artists
Kill him in his house, bury
and mighty I just ate an edible
Senzu
None of you rappers are credible
I am a lion amongst all you antelope
Starving the artist turns him to a cannibal
Weight
another artist like him someday, who knows, most movies and music in the industry's garbage
But at least we'll have his legacy to step in to remember what
let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me
Looks can be deceiving he's smart, lethal and immaculate
Moonwalking on these artists catch him downtown leather jacket drip (Or fit)
Practical yet
outside
Then they do
Artist like bieber
But still my fav is Dave
If for sneakers Jordan 4s
Artist like him Brian storm my lines
Heart so clean and so is my
your friends ask you why you're through
What do you say?
Talented artist, painted him the villain
But deep inside your guilt is unforgiving
We all knew,
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