An Artist's Artist

(albüm: While You Wait For J.A.W.S. - 2022)

[Caskey:]
Yeah, somebody told me that I'm an artist's artist
Took that as a compliment, yeah

Black Sheep 1 still making me a streaming check
I got fourteen other albums, plus the merch, plus the shows, I ain't even tryna flex
Dog, just get the arena set
That way when I come to do my service, it's Serena set
Me up at my peak, y'all ain't seen it yet
Barely getting started
All the million plays on yo' songs don't even count because you bought it
Labels dropping checks to make a artist
This is just the outcome of when you real and work the hardest
I'm a Big Tymer, shout out to my old label
Had to leave a made man, learn to set my own table
This a upgrade, cellphones out of phone cables
Independent just the way to go
And I'm trained to go, victory just make 'em hate it mo'
I've been hated since I started, guess that's what they pay me fo'
Black sheep in a black-on-black candy-painted Rolls
From the new school, but I ain't painting toes, lil bitch

Heh, yeah, yeah
Black sheep, you know what it is

This gon' be one of them songs that ain't got a hook
But it make 'em spend they pocketbook
From the O-town, where I grew up 'round a lotta crooks
Shit, my dad sold enough cocaine to make him shook
And my big sis had enough 'scripts to write a book
I ain't impressed with these rappers now and how they look
Tryna buy an image, go into that studio and cook
I'm a workaholic, I don't need a studio to book
Shit, I put one in my crib, everything I want, I took
Everything I wanted, made it happen, went and threw a summit
Taught these other independent artists how to make some money
Spitting game 'cause I learned the game, nobody put me on it
Rappers act like they got love for they people but they front
And I just show and prove, to break the rules, gotta know the rules
Get this novice out the crib, put the Pro in Tools
It's 'bout time they give me flowers 'cause they overdue
They could say they don't respect me, but I know they do

Yeah, y'all know y'all respect this shit
The hustle, the bars
Give y'all a third verse

Stopping at Ferrari dealerships, man, that's what I call a pitstop
Radio don't play my jam, but that song ain't this hot
Got more followers than you got dollars 'cause you only lit on TikTok
Fourth quarter dropping so that I could cop a fifth spot
Money folding in a big knot
Stamps on the passport, places you ain't been, a lot
Stove's off, keep a burner though, that's just the way I live
Hunnid K on my interior, the front, a shot of Cribs, lil bitch
This a different tax bracket, y'all could keep the backpacking
Cyphers with your homie, lil homie, this ain't that rapping
Y'all was getting honest, but it's safe to say you back capping
Play me like a pussy, I'ma have to leave you cat napping
Big dog in my city, answer calls like I'm Diddy
Put my balls on her titties while you stall
Walking like I'm thirty feet tall
Fuck a judge, I don't even do the food court when I hit the mall

[ClicKlak:]
Nah, we don't do the food court, man
But I do stop by lately and pick up one of them lil free samples on my way to where I'm going
Y'all know what I'm talking 'bout?
Ayy man, I'm glad y'all enjoyed this lil journey we got y'all on, man
One time for my dog, that's the black sheep
Yes, sir, Pimp

[Outro:]
-call me, you ain't there when I was lonely
You don't care if I'm sorry, oh
'Cause lately you've been calling me
And I don't care if I fall for you again
'Cause I need you
I need you, I'm sorry