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[Outro: Bro A.A. Rashid] Hey, I've been talkin' to you, man I say, yo, yo, yo, listen; all this old gorilla shit you tryin' to spin everybody with, man Go ahead, man, with that old bullshit, man Niggas don't believe that shit No how, leave the fuck outta here with that old cornball shit Man, this shit is art, nigga You understand? Don't lose sight of your motherfucking, artistic contributions, nigga And I can see it That's why y'all niggas, raps is wack Niggas raps is mad wack Niggas be sending me—haha—music I be like this nigga shit is corny Ehh No art—niggas ain't go no art in they shit Then the nigga goes, then the nigga go-go Send you pictures and shit Hey, nigga send you pictures Shit, nigga, I said Man, what the fuck is this shit here this nigga got on, nigga? You crazy motherfucker With this old wild ass shit You told me that you wouldn't a nigga though Listen to your shit, nigga You, missed, the first three periods of school, nigga You went right to lunch You missed the first three, fucking classes Art, theater, fashion, nigga You a theatrical performer, stop frontin' 'Cause it-it-it ain't but, only a few of you motherfuckers 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 fuck is real nowadays With these niggas on some keepin' it real shit Shit, niggas keepin' it real dirty Box? niggas in they motherfucking music video Step, runnin' around, jumpin' around and shit Pointin' their hands like they got Hammers and shit, at the screen and shit Yellin' at me and shit I'm like, man, what the fuck 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, nigga, you look crazy as fuck Niggas need to go back to them old budgets, nigga When they, when they give niggas the, five hundred thousand Of 'em, a mil, two mil Nigga, to make these type of music Niggas runnin' around Promised that on me with all this ol' stupid shit Flashin' belts, niggas then didn't know whips or nothin' Talkin' 'bout hey, look, look at me I'm 'bout to run 'em down, nigga And all this ol'shit They, hey, look, lil' bro Art, fashion, nigga Get your fucking weight up You niggas need to go to school You niggas might need to go to school No bullshit 'Cause your raps is wack You ain't got words You niggas ain't got no words! I said, what the fuck rhymes with that? That? Niggas crazy Hah, hahaha Fashion You better curate your art, nigga You gotta tell these niggas why you do what you do 'Cause, there ain't nobody gonna be there that Explain that shit You need rhetoric Who told you rhetoric was a bad word? Niggas 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, nigga Make music to sell music, nigga And then we'll see if you nice, nigga If somebody'll buy that stupid ass shit you talkin' 'bout Miss me with that shit Niggas 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 shit Next level You already know what the fuck it is Niggas is done Westside Gunn Griselda, by Fashion Rebels