Lyrics:
the prophet margin artist, rock the hardest
money like a hostage
She went ostrich, from the projects with posture
I draw with the goddess like an artist
Getting paper with no margins, money gods
I
Hold my tears I tried my best, let it go, drenched my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin, margin
Maintaining my modest
founded
Athletes or artists
Separate margins
To get money in the thousands
And glorified pigs (Glorified pigs)
Step on the ribs and necks
Of our parents
tried my best, let it go
Trench my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna
Go beyond the margin margin
Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream
So while
the margin
I see our artists are starving within a culture they started
Because of cooperate bargains snatching the heart of the market
Gimmicks and gossip
to come close who thought it first came last oh shit the margin
Bargain the artist for profit I'm tripping just so I talk it
Hop in I got all your options
Shots amped, L.c., gangsta, violence
Items like Scarface, witchcraft or wallets
Voodoo in the lyrics from the sellers to the artists
Coffins in the margin
vision
Starving artist between the margins
With infatuation of cultivating my greatness
As a carry the nation through cadence
Sitting
Tumbling
Stumbling
these boys starving, go on check the margins
These artists ain't nothing but food for the cook
Aye, I shoot like a vet
Yeah your lil vest is all cool, but
to drive
But it's my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge
to drive
But it's my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge
I'll have to see my broker,
Find out what he can do,
'Cause I'm in the market for you.
There won't be any joker,
With margin I'm all
that Escalade BP 'cause I might be a target (bulletproof)
My fans screamin' at me, say I'm they favorite artist (favorite artist)
Pay what I want, no
I'll have to see my broker,
Find out what he can do,
'Cause I'm in the market for you.
There won't be any joker,
With margin I'm all
I won’t stick to the margins no
Won’t stick to the margins no
Won’t stick to the margins
Stick to the margins, stick to the margins no
No noooo ohhhh
There are no lyrics to this track. It is intentionally blank, with each of the 71 seconds representing one of the years that the artist's father,
Your next favourite artist (Artist , Artist , Artist)
You're my favourite artist (Artist)
you were talkin'
False prophets and profits
They makin' the margins
Of poetry sonnets
You never read upon it
Shame, could've learned something
I'll have to see my broker,
Find out what he can do,
'Cause I'm in the market for you.
There won't be any joker,
With margin I'm all
Big ol' margins
Hoodie on low, now I feel like I'm artist
I'm move the smartest
Walk in the club, I don't even get carded
Mama look what you started
1900 Ya that’s were it started
When I had a vision to be a
Authentic artist that charted
Ya you know scorp is the
Hardest I’m mad gifted just
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