Outro lyrics

[Outro: Bro A.A. Rashid]
Hey, I’ve been talkin’ to you, man
I say, yo, yo, yo, listen; all this old gorilla sh*t you tryin’ to spin everybody with, man
Go ahead, man, with that old bullsh*t, man
n*ggas don’t believe that sh*t
No how, leave the f*ck outta here with that old cornball sh*t
Man, this sh*t is art, n*gga
You understand? Don’t lose sight of your motherf*cking, artistic contributions, n*gga
And I can see it
That’s why y’all n*ggas, raps is wack
n*ggas raps is mad wack
n*ggas be sending me—haha—music
I be like this n*gga sh*t is corny
Ehh
No art—n*ggas ain’t go no art in they sh*t
Then the n*gga goes, then the n*gga go-go
Send you pictures and sh*t
Hey, n*gga send you pictures
sh*t, n*gga, I said
Man, what the f*ck is this sh*t here this n*gga got on, n*gga?
You crazy motherf*cker
With this old wild ass sh*t
You told me that you wouldn’t a n*gga though
Listen to your sh*t, n*gga
You, missed, the first three periods of school, n*gga
You went right to lunch
You missed the first three, f*cking classes
Art, theater, fashion, n*gga
You a theatrical performer, stop frontin’
‘Cause it-it-it ain’t but, only a few of you motherf*ckers
Really did what you say you do
Haha, you know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?
‘Cause, eh, you know
Everybody is, tryin’ to keep it real
And I’m tryin’ to figure out what the f*ck is real nowadays
With these n*ggas on some keepin’ it real sh*t
sh*t, n*ggas keepin’ it real dirty
Box? n*ggas in they motherf*cking music video
Step, runnin’ around, jumpin’ around and sh*t
Pointin’ their hands like they got
Hammers and sh*t, at the screen and sh*t
Yellin’ at me and sh*t
I’m like, man, what the f*ck you want me to do?
You want my money?
What's this a stickup? or this is what?
Yeah, art
‘Cause it ain’t art, n*gga, you look crazy as f*ck
n*ggas need to go back to them old budgets, n*gga
When they, when they give n*ggas the, five hundred thousand
Of ‘em, a mil, two mil
n*gga, to make these type of music
n*ggas runnin’ around
Promised that on me with all this ol' stupid sh*t
Flashin' belts, n*ggas then didn't know whips or nothin'
Talkin’ ’bout hey, look, look at me
I’m 'bout to run ‘em down, n*gga
And all this ol'sh*t
They, hey, look, lil' bro
Art, fashion, n*gga
Get your f*cking weight up
You n*ggas need to go to school
You n*ggas might need to go to school
No bullsh*t
‘Cause your raps is wack
You ain’t got words
You n*ggas ain’t got no words!
I said, what the f*ck rhymes with that?
That?
n*ggas crazy
Hah, hahaha
Fashion
You better curate your art, n*gga
You gotta tell these n*ggas why you do what you do
‘Cause, there ain’t nobody gonna be there that
Explain that sh*t
You need rhetoric
Who told you rhetoric was a bad word?
n*ggas don’t read enough
Listen
Rhetoric means persuasive language
If you wanna sell music, don’t just be makin’ music
‘Cause you like to make music, n*gga
Make music to sell music, n*gga
And then we’ll see if you nice, n*gga
If somebody’ll buy that stupid ass sh*t you talkin’ ‘bout
Miss me with that sh*t
n*ggas plot-
Man, pass my-pass my reefer
Pass my reefer, man
Westside Gunn
With another one
Straight classic legend, classic legend
Classic art legend, legend
Beyond supreme, beyond all that sh*t
Next level
You already know what the f*ck it is
n*ggas is done
Westside Gunn
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