Death To Wall Art

[Intro]
Those things that hold you back from executing on your dream are myth

[Verse 1]
People use any excuse to tell you who they are
Risk death or dismemberment to tell you who they are
Do what I can today and plan what I’ma do tomorrow
Bump into you in the streets of Paris, that’s too bizarre
That’s a testament to the wavelength, got tools to sharp
I like the way you move, move forever
Just don’t move too far
Niggas wanna be him, bitches wanna fuck
That’s a true star
That’s a whole lot of energy I’m trying to move off
Damn we lost another black hero that’s a north star
Me and my girl really debating should we become porn stars? In this economy you gon’ suck
You getting fucked anyway, let’s spend the day in Montauk Big gun cocked, I like to vintage shop
My bitch too pretty to piss at the truck stop
But not too pretty to catch a cu––I want the top
I get a look like
This where the buck stop, you might could hear a gunshot My shit punk rock
Like finding a Picasso in a pawn shop
Chill, Splash, this a lost art
I wanna hear ‘bout the kids better than Mozart
That’s really a lost art
I’m here to identify all art, I’m talking all art
Death to wall art
I’m not just talking paint I’m talking all art
What the white establishment ain’t wanna call art It’s a lost art
It’s a lost art

[Hook]
(inaudible)
Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that
Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that kid

[Verse Two]
If we being real, nobody wanna call it art
You’d have to open your museum doors, it’d fall apart
There’s more rappers than all the guns at Walmart
There’s not a dumb nigga in the crew, they all sharp
When I say “death to wall art” I mean fuck paint by numbers
That’s a hallmark
Don’t just color out the lines, tear the wall apart
Don’t just show me a corny NFT of the shark
Go swim with sharks, kill a shark
My people here been killed off
Building sealed off with the ceiling peeling off
Whiff of piss smell coming from the fifth floor, that’s why it’s “piss poor” I can’t tell you what I’m gonna miss more
The day I moved to the castle, that piece on the jigsaw
No hit records, no jump shot, I’m not 6’4
No chain heavy, nah I didn’t misspoke
So many blessings, too many for me to list off
[Inaudible]

[Hook]
Get that kid something, get that kid something
Get that kid something, get that kid
Get that