Death To Wall Art

Lyrics

[Intro] Those things that hold you back from executing on your dream are myth [Verse 1] People use any excuse to tell you who they are Risk death or dismemberment to tell you who they are Do what I can today and plan what I'ma do tomorrow Bump into you in the streets of Paris, that's too bizarre That's a testament to the wavelength, got tools to sharp I like the way you move, move forever Just don't move too far Niggas wanna be him, bitches wanna fuck That's a true star That's a whole lot of energy I'm trying to move off Damn we lost another black hero that's a north star Me and my girl really debating should we become porn stars? In this economy you gon' suck You getting fucked anyway, let's spend the day in Montauk Big gun cocked, I like to vintage shop My bitch too pretty to piss at the truck stop But not too pretty to catch a cu––I want the top I get a look like This where the buck stop, you might could hear a gunshot My shit punk rock Like finding a Picasso in a pawn shop Chill, Splash, this a lost art I wanna hear 'bout the kids better than Mozart That's really a lost art I'm here to identify all art, I'm talking all art Death to wall art I'm not just talking paint I'm talking all art What the white establishment ain't wanna call art It's a lost art It's a lost art [Hook] (inaudible) Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that kid [Verse Two] If we being real, nobody wanna call it art You'd have to open your museum doors, it'd fall apart There's more rappers than all the guns at Walmart There's not a dumb nigga in the crew, they all sharp When I say "death to wall art" I mean fuck paint by numbers That's a hallmark Don't just color out the lines, tear the wall apart Don't just show me a corny NFT of the shark Go swim with sharks, kill a shark My people here been killed off Building sealed off with the ceiling peeling off Whiff of piss smell coming from the fifth floor, that's why it's "piss poor" I can't tell you what I'm gonna miss more The day I moved to the castle, that piece on the jigsaw No hit records, no jump shot, I'm not 6'4 No chain heavy, nah I didn't misspoke So many blessings, too many for me to list off [Inaudible] [Hook] Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that kid something, get that kid Get that