SC “Art”

Lyrics

[Verse] They talk about quality, sounding retarded You aren't Picasso, a Soundcloud artist Bragging about views, when you fucking bought it Need the receipts, but I got me an audit I'm too focused, might be an autist He has no confidence, his hands are in his pockets I take off on the beat, I'm just like a rocket I feel Obama, I see your house and I'm bombing I'm shopping, I'm at the drug store on Onett I'ma clone myself just like Robbie Rotten I ain't lazy like town, you can't stop this I relate to the kernels, 'cause I'm really popping Got my first check and I ain't shopping, I ain't spending, I ain't pretending People who got it like that don't have to be flexing You're insecure, being your own reflection They think I'm dumb, it's a common a misconception I talk to so many people, too many to message Got a network, it's sort of a blessing I can feel comfortable with where the future's heading I'ma get old, let's have a wedding, she gon' be fine, she gon' be pretty Turning up, invite the fans to celebrate with me Turning up, invite the fans to celebrate with me [Chorus] They talk about quality, sounding retarded You are just an artist, you're just a Soundcloud artist You're just a Soundcloud artist