Baskiat lyrics

[Intro]
[?] n*gga offer me everything but money
Want no food?
I don't want no food, I want more money
I wanna eat money, muthaf*cka
I wanna eat money and sh*t change

[Verse]
Life is your canvas, paint that sh*t good
Pull out that stick on me, I wish a n*gga 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, b*tch, you smoking boof pack
Snatch a n*gga chain, you ain't getting your jewels back
My n*gga whipping coke with the chopstick
Portable stove, the Pyrex, we 'bout to rock sh*t
Let that sh*t freeze for fifteen, then we hit the block and sh*t
My n*gga brought the key home, he like the locksmith
R.I.P. my n*gga
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 sh*t
Police watching, but you know we ain't stopping on my clock and sh*t
The white man steady trying to block my blessings
I did some sh*t in the past but now I learned my lessons
I'm focused on my sh*t, I stay applying pressure
I'm the Lord of the Ring, you know this my precious
This real life sh*t ain't no science fiction
Quipped y'all sh*t, my n*ggas 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 n*gga down by our damn selves
These n*ggas switching sides now
I gotta put this paper over my pride now
If you a real n*gga, what you lying bout?
If you a real n*gga, why you hiding out?
Swear these rappers ain't all that
n*ggas always tryna be something they not
I see through n*ggas like the metal detector
Don't wait until I leave your whole body on the stretcher (brrrr)
These n*ggas follow trends, my sh*t forever
[Refrain]
These n*ggas follow trends, my sh*t forever
Like for real, n*gga
My sh*t, forever n*gga

[Outro]
Yo t'es en train de diriger le monde dehors
You have everything
You have everything
You're so f*cking relevant, you're on point
You're different, you need— you're like—
You make me f*cking 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