Part I

Oh, woah, woah, woah
Look, uh

Baby girl have faith in a nigga without a job
And let a nigga stay at your place
Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick, baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dulce
Ain't gon' bond a baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist
I been tryna make it, on my grind
I'm takin' what is mind, I'm racin' with the time
I been tryna make it, at my hardest
Makin' it a promise, chasin' with my heart in it
I just gotta make it to the stars
A spaceship or a rocket, paintin', I'm an artist
I'm just tryna make it as an artist
I just gotta make it

Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold, but scared
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared (Look-look-look-look-look)
Uh, look, uh

Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars
Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and thе cars
A hundred miles an hour on the way to [?]
You don't еven believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior
You crazy on a Twitter, who would need a PR
You out of control, P-O-W-E-R
One to the head, and now you doin' bodily harm
On the meds, and nobody wanna say
Because they scared to lose a gig
But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid
I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne
I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K
And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé
Can you bang my telephone?
Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal
Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills
Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel
Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin'
Fast forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars
And I got a Yatchy call, he got stars in the ceilin'
Pause for a minute (Wait)
Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks
Are you really in it for the arts or the image?
Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?
It's part of all you are, and all that is it
Trust your vision

Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold, but scared
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared

Part II

And now, a word from out [ancestors?]
Man, I, I like these new slaves

The chain hangin', bling swingin'
Back breakin', but it's gleamin'
Problem posture, double cup leanin', slide
Slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swagger
VVS is very vertebrae, snappin', lights flashin'
A manicure, appearance concealin' the shade of spirit
Gym snarin' out the paradox prism
The pilots has the prison, retail religion
Red carpet constriction, freedom is the fiction
There's nigga raised specific, is race really existing?
Man, get the bag, you're trippin'
Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this
Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list
bitch list, chick list
Playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front
But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold heart
Taxman like the Taliban and ISIS
No relation to class of Osiris
Kissin' cousins to the chromic ass prices, kill a climate
Yikes, sucker, mean muggin', who the nice is?
I promise death notice what they like us
They tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist
They touch too tiny to the titan YA-S-double I-N
Conquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden flee the fire

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