BASQUIAT

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh

[Verse 1]
They ain't got my expertise, but wanna act like me (Huh)
I can't do this shit for free, it gon' have a fee
Bitch, I paint like Basquiat, y'all watch from the seats
I just vanished for a week, came back with some heat
Huh, just wait till I drop, this shit too elite (Uh-huh)
And I put that shit on me, 'cause I been on the scene (Yeah, what?)
I don't do no drugs, I don't wanna OD
Yeah, and I made my beats, shit won't ever leak
Yeah, shit tragic, need a brand new Patek
Do this shit on automatic, they can't ever grasp it
I don't trust no words no more, it's only actions
Had to tell my ex no more interactions

[Bridge]
Woah, huh
Yeah, yeah (It's not r-g-h-v, it's rghv)
Yeah, yeah
Uh, huh

[Verse 2]
How the fuck my homie from third grade catch a ****** case? (Yeah, woah)
Grew up in the suburbs, but I guess he didn't stay that way (Yeah)
We fell out when I moved out from the 6ix, and I guess things changed (Yeah)
I'm here doing acapellas, don't you think that that's strange?
Shit is strange, but that ain't part of my pain (Hey)
I been tucked away, focused on my aim
Might go MIA, I got time today, yeah
(Get me away from the fake)