Art Class

(álbum: A Gun In The Teachers Desk - 2018)

They call me "Mr. Rap God", welcome to my school
I'm going off again for those who like to snooze
Big shot out to my fans and my haters for the views
I am not like other rappers, please do not get me confused
When they talk and end up dead, I'm who they accuse
I'm sliding on you pussies, you would think my name was lube
Life is full of frequent losses, you can't be afraid to lose
Fighting demons, dropping jewels, I go so hard, I don't bruise
Member back when shit was selling (Woo) slower than a cruise
Then a nigga put in work until I blew just like a fuse
Now these bitches wanna choose, look at nigga like I'm food
Because I got so much money my niece call me Uncle Scrooge
Value God and read a lot, bitch, that's the secret of the ooze
Wanna book me? Send in racks, like bitches sending nudes
Dude, your bitch ain't a goddess, you want a link like a sausage?
You know I'm smoother than lotion, that's why baby on my Johnson
She gave me neck so fucking long, I thought the bitch was a ostrich
Big dick nigga, all the hoes on mine like a conscious
You just keep making them comments, I'ma keep making deposits
I need money for this shit, bitch, every bar is a hostage
They hating, but they can't block it, they pissed and they ain't Ben wallace
These other rappers is novice, I'm whipping 'em like garages
When people begin to praise you, there's always someone to hate you
Don't ever question me bitch, I brought everything to the table
I got it up off the floor, I'm the legs that kept this shit stable
Not dining with the ungrateful, when they can't use you, they'll hate you
So I gotta teach the love from a city where all they know is sick
Can't trust your closest kin and the Lord above might be your only friend
Where we too broke to win but can't let that stop me from focusing
Holding emotions, it made me meaner than Gene Okerlund (Woo)
Stop the complaining, boy, it's bad for your brain
You can't create your own storm and then get mad when it rain
See, I was masking the pain until I mastered the pain
I vowed to never let my purpose be distracted by pain
Just know that God's sun gon' always shine after the rain
Expect the haters gon' come harder even after the fame
Conor MacGregor, swear they wanna see me back in the cage
They think I'm up to my old ways, but that was back in the days
Only had two things on my mind, what? Rapping and slanging
Established my name, stay strapped up while I'm stacking my change
Try not to get a tombstone like I was wrassling Kane
Squeezing at they fucking necks like I was snatching a chain
Two bulletholes in his throat, my gun got dracula fangs
These other rappers don't compare, they ain't no match for my brain
Who gonna hop up on a track and feel the wrath of a train?
Enter the dragon, bring your cameras, try to capture the flames
Pay for a feature, nigga, summon the dragon, but
Don't come at all if you don't come with the passion, nah
Don't fuck around, I done put some in a casket, yeah
Like GI Joes, you know I come with that ratchet, yeah
Anyone can score, can you play defense for them bucks?
I grab the stick before I move like I'm reaching for a crutch
I think I fucked this bitch too good, she couldn't keep it on the hush
Bitches choosing Johnny Cage, they be swinging on my nuts, yeah
We been through pain and the struggle, that's why we strong
I'm a stand up guy, you would think that all the seats gone
Niggas say they apes 'til it's time to come meet Kong
Niggas talking dumb, bump they gums 'til they teeth gone
I'ma get my creep on while he get his sleep on
Pull up in his face, shoot, bullets hit his cheekbone
I hope you niggas keep on, I really do, this shit 'n you
Walking and you talking like a preacher with his feet gone
I'm all about that action, that's why you actors hate 'em
Blew at his head, Leonardo decapitate 'em