Urban Art

how do u think real art gets made?

how do u think the dope man gets paid?

how come yo bitch throw so much shade?

when all a bitch tryna do is get laid

get a good grade this morning I prayed

hair up in a braid not getting caught up in a raid

bitch I’m tryna stay paid make art like obeyed

these rhymes is homemade ghetto serenade

making it big not small so now who u gonna call

ghostbusters of baseball good luck with peter and Paul

all it takes is one phone call

grand snatch em all like the grand national

my shit valuable ur scheme laughable

nah we ain’t compatible I’m practically a casual

my struggle been gradual but at the end of the day

I’m still factual cause I don’t lie it’s ok bitch don’t cry

you fucken with a real bitch too shy

if it don’t work retry

if he don’t fuck bye bye

never ask why why

never say my my u say hi hi I say ha ha

when he talk I hear blah blah

where I’m from is the H. Aye

I was too young to listen to kday

but hip hop is my heart I only fucks with urban art

graffiti I think real deeply I make a new beat weekly

and I live my life real freely

bitch can’t say nothing to me

It’s like she speak Swahili

I can’t comprehend

I can’t hear you knocking

But u hear me rocking

Every night and day non stop

Watch me bitch imma rise to the top

You’re gonna drain the land

U want someone to hold ur hand

While imma make a plan

You a Stan just a fan

Just a groupie hoe with little doe

U don’t apply in my life

U don’t do nothing but gripe