ART FOR PENNIES

(albüm: PROBOSCIDEA - 2020)

Okay, I'm back for all the plates

Yeah, okay, I'm back for all the plates, somebody call the jakes
To solve the case of all these food niggas far from grace
Lab rat cats to the point where I can sprawl in place
They still fumbling with they shoe strings, tryna start the race
As far as y'all debates, I'm just throwing out bait
I catch 'em on the line and hook, your favorite rapper get ate, wait
These the niggas y'all consider GOATs?
I dropped the best shit in 2019, it didn't get a vote
It wasted my time in meetings where I had that nigga in a scope
It's really just like interviews to let me know I'm interscope
So yeah, I've been approached, I ain't new to this game
It's ludicrous, I seen what dubious dudes do for the fame
Loosing your chain, opp, it's cutting off oxygen to your brain
Thinking of boxing with me? You're obviously insane
Fathered my own style, nobody coach shit
Straight fam is close-knit, cut from a different cloth, and often told sticks
Generous with this four-fifth, here is the whole clip
You keep that, I don't need that back
The flow sick, I sneeze at tracks
God bless 'em, these not raps
This you and your niggas outback shooting craps
This that store run with the burner and the hoodie
'Cause you ain't have a pops to teach you otherwise like Cuba Gooding
I been putting my life in these lines, and one time's too many
Selling my art for pennies, fuck