Art Farmer

I'm a superhero with no cape Still pack the clip and hit your dome straight No bullets in my record but a man makes his own fate Niggas still slacking like we living in the Stone Age Your girl still checking like my Twitter was her home page I never really had to flex Still give her bone baby Niggas think they can't break until they bones is shattering Go home Cain Your offering ain't making my phone ring Your girl tell me that my music flattering Phone lost it's battery I'm in the front row bitch, I can't hear you through the chattering God call my phone, told me that he mad at me For battering the brains of these dumb niggas with clarity Grew up in a slum where them real niggas were gathering And moved to a city where fake niggas been gabbering Made it numb in the west like a tooth with a cavity Cooler than a smooth, rude, nude bitch in a magazine It's Kay fucking Taka, these other is niggas babbling Tryna make a career off of one assault and battery The realest niggas in this since HUGGIES She my girl if she fine She your girl if she ugly Never had to do crime to make the real niggas love me I teach you 'bout the mind You teach me how to Dougie I was in the trap bumping Kanye and Kid Cudi HOV gave the blueprint I'll give you back the fucking money I'll give you back the fucking money HOV gave the blueprint I'll give you back the fucking money I'll give you back the fucking money HOV gave the blueprint I'll give you back the fucking money I'll give you back the fucking money I'll give you back the fucking money