Basquiat (feat. 3d Na'tee)

To be addressed with The goat emoji's My only hope If anyone asked to write For me they'd be shot Holy Ghost Won't see me stress that I had it rough I express that through this Getting tatted up And turning down The baddest bitches attentions My intentions are bad enough I've had it up To here with all the Top five claiming Something ain't adding up Looking for new enemies All while finding new ways To insult the ones i got Its a scavenger hunt That's savage bruh Taking frustration out On your wife's walls Due to mine being padded up They've created A fucking monster Then questioning why My character's been modified Saying they've never seen This side of me That's because this a homicide Influenced by my daddy's bluff And momma's pride I'd advise your group to scatter I'm riding round Wit the chopper in that Dodge Charger from Dukes of Hazzard And when I run out of ammo I'm letting hands go I consider these dukes a hazard Before the news can even Dawn on them to go tell I'm already on the coattail Of a bail bondsman To tell mom's nem To post bail once I got caught To fathom this evil Go to the roots You'll find a black thought I'm dangerous cause I'm fully prepared to leave This hour to meet my maker But before I even allow Myself to be devoured By either a coward Or treasonous snake Word to Edris Elba I'll be the taker Then rise from the dead To get indicted for Most intelligent psycho In sight I use insight To incite a war On the ground In which I walk on There are no egg shells Just lead shells With intent to make niggas A shell of their selves With no way To restore their lives You niggas welcome Cause dead people get More praise and immortalized At my expense There's no one in mortal form That can do that Halle Berry's the only Sort of storm I haven't Ran through yet You niggas wishing To see a body A bikini on an ass model I'm wishing a nigga would Try me via genie In a glass bottle Since it's a thing to act tough When you tender And i don't like Fucking pretenders This knife will swipe left Cross your neck As it cuts it dismembers My heart cold as December Cold as the winter holding this Kimba So no one can enter See I'm from the home of the N.O Where you can get sliced, no Kimbo Or stretched like a limo Mask on face, dark tents on windows Bitch, I've been a shark on the track, you a minnow You rap hoes, bimbos, I ain't get the memo I ain't get the ass shots, f*ck for a demo Flex on the gram when you know this shit a rental Claim you a G, but you really Carl Winslow Swervin' in a Benzo Seat back like I wanna do the limbo Been a Mack, bitch, never been a simp hoe No cap, turn your cap to a headband Big gats leave you lookin' like a Reds fan Shirt bloody, backpack, bitch, I'm not your buddy Time is expensive, high as Kid Cudi While you get defensive, bitch, go study To walk like me and to talk like me All you want, but you don't have the heart like me Used to push packs in the park like me No handout, but you a star like me Made a quarter mil' off an art like me Without a record deal, made a mark like me Course not, so lookin' at me, I'm sure its a sore spot Cause everything I am is everything you're not, bitch