Lyrics:
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me
Look, God, it's the same me
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up
on Judgment Day, you gon' blame me
Look, God, it's the same me
And I basically know now, we get racially profiled (throw your hands up high)
Cuffed up
life artist liiife artist life
Yow yow yow
A just the artist liiife artist life artist liiife artist
Artist artist
Bay ice round me neck me wrist it
of criminals and money in my phone calls, ayy
We okay, we let the A1 fly
Relocate, jump on the same G5
Checkin' for me heavy 'cause I go, yeah, I go, yeah
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
think that too
Into another
You and me
Am I dead?
Sleep in Harlow's bed
Into another
You and me
Am I dead?
Sleep in Harlow's bed
Listening to our
have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him
I belong here, clown!
Don't tell me 'bout the culture
I inspire the Hopsins, the Logics, the Coles, the
Seans, the K-Dots, the 5'9"s, and oh
honor
And the chapter that read at twenty-five I would live dormant at five in the morning
They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing
And if they
Nobody
Sometimes, I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack
friends don't want to hurt me
But they told me that you burnt me
By that time you were ten miles ahead
(Cause) You're a quick change artist
Never do
you man? (Rhino designer)
And then it goes on in verse 5
And it says, "Yet what honor you have given to me
Created only a little lower than Elohim
We are not the same I am a martian
We are not the same I am a martian
(Greetings from Planet Weezy)
(We will begin transmission in)
(5, 4, 3,
all of dis is true
You gotta show me what you do
Show me now do it
Five, four, three, two, two
You know pain came to change da game
All da way from
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)
him
I can’t be mad at Kanye because
He made me famous! #FACTS
6th Stop trying to demonize real artist
Stop trying to compromise art
That’s why music
Mamelodi born artist Born artist Mamelodi born artist
Mamelodi born artist
Mamelodi born artist
Mamelodi born artist Born artist Mamelodi Born artist
P!
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this
wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me
But you told Lucy you'd kill yourself if I ever leave
And I had said that to Jack about you, so I felt seen
can't fade me
"for America's most complete artist"
"Quik.." "What kind of name is that for a nigga?"
"for America's mo-mo-mo-mo
most complete
of, you know, the artist's journey
You know, and why we do what we do
And that's a really big thing for me as of late
Like, not doin' work to feel
young heiress
I’m gonna make her fall in love with me
And live the good life for free
Woah woah woah i’m gonna be an artist
We’ll take a trip to South
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