Artist

[Intro: Z]
FiringSquad
We are savage
Keep going I'm good
Aye
This all I got

[Verse 1: Z]
If I let you go you'll probably fly away
You the breath I hold so don't ask again (ask again)
If you let me die then I'm positive my ghost'll watch you fuck if you find love again (love again)
I'm drunk again, but the kids asleep
But they old enough, they know I'm off my rim (they know that shit)
I'd die for you
I'd die for them
You gotta understand y'all the life I live (y'all the life I live, get that)
Fuck I'm gone, I'm on my hypodermic
Cause I don't need a L, cause I'm on E again (E again)
Should be going wrong when this fire burning
But I don't put it out, I keep a swisher split (swisher split)
Where the booth at?
Cause fuck I'm stressed
But that's the problem all my time is spent (time is spent)
Cause every time some shit goes wrong in this rap game I take it out on them (take it out on them)
Shit fucking with my family when I'm doing it for them
So how the fuck I'm supposed to manage?
Cause I can't (can't)
Cause all I wanna do is act a beast up on the mic, I'm finna hit the stage and rep it for the Brain (Brain)
Come home and kick it with my kids (kids)
Whatever they want I'mma spend (spend)
I just wanna lay down with my bitch (bitch)
But I'm just right back up doing this
Bet
It's FiringSquad to the death (bitch)
P block repped till I'm breathless
But every once a while I need a moment for my child so my son don't wonder why then my daughter know that's it
Fucking on my bitch every chance that I get cause I might hit the water
Push it off of a cliff
That's why I make up for the time that I miss
Cause that's all that I got but since my fam I'mma spit (Let's go)

[Chorus: Z]
Somebody tell me where my kids is at
Cause I can't see 'em while I'm touring on this road
Somebody tell me where my bitch is at
Cause she mad and won't pick up the phone
Cause I'm a artist
Cause I'm a artist (that's all I am)
Cause I'm a artist (you get that shit)
Cause I'm a artist
This shit's the hardest

[Verse 2: Z]
Been giving all my life to this microphone now
But shit I got so busy I don't like my phone now
Who else I fucking wrote though
I'm hype for dough now
So I don't got a choice, this is all I know how
See my girl want a second but I'm leaving in a second so I gotta put her second (I don't mean to)
Feel like I'm fucking up a record when we put together stepping but I gotta bring this bread in (fuck)
Fuck I'm confused and halfway done too
With all we gone through and no cash to run to
Then why they change now, cause bucks amongst us
Man I don't want these groupies, bitch I fucking love you
But I gotta go for this pot of gold and our kids dreams (I'mma get this)
I'mma give 'em Z and make history
And when I come home I hope you're there for me (I hope so)
Cause I don't think they understand I'm more than a hundred
Even I've blooded it
I'm buzzing I could paper-mate
Trynna give my family all the time that I have
But the time that I have thin, this paper's made (god damn)
Better luck resting with a razor blade (ugh)
I ain't deny what you crying, just embrace the fame
Cause this our lane
And where we at, wants to kill the beat so let's just ride the train
Brain

[Bridge: Z]
This is all I fucking got
Y'all don't understand
Whether I want to say I'm a motherfucking artist
That's it
Brain

[Chorus: Z]
Somebody tell me where my kids is at
Cause I can't see 'em while I'm touring on this road (on god)
Somebody tell me where my bitch is at
Cause she mad and won't pick up the phone (damn)
Cause I'm a artist (that's all I can be)
Cause I'm a artist (y'all don't understand, this is all I fucking got)
Cause I'm a artist (if this don't work, I'll be a fucking bum)
Cause I'm a artist
This shit's the hardest

[Outro: Z]
This is FiringSquad
Brainsick
That's me
That's the fucking definition of Z
I've been doing this motherfucking shit since I was about 12 years old
And at the end of the fucking day if it don't make no money
I'm a fucking bum
I have nothing to give my kids
If this verse don't sell
If these CDs don't sell
If this T-shirt with my ugly fucking face don't sell
I'm a fucking bum
This shit the hardest shit in the world
If you ain't got talent, leave