LIFE MOCKS ART

[Chorus]
(Icey, I'm so sick of you)
Tried to play me out my spot like I ain't that, ayy, uh
Tried to pay me out my spot like I ain't that, uh
I really live what I'm rappin'
I really live what I'm rappin'
Spendin' this money and drugs, I got your queen off an addy
I'm leanin', she wakin' me up

[Verse]
I'm in the mix with the crackers
On Telegram lookin' for mud, I'm in the mix with the factors
I fell out of mix with a slut, I fell out of mix with the actors
The mud like the movie, that's good
New York ho told me she'll jack it
Make three hundred thousand off jackets
I send her back home with a accent
Make a Trackhawk almost back flip
I cut a ho off like Magic
Whatever I buy, you can have it
I crash another whip, ain't cute but it is what it is
I'm pop lil brother, with a— shh
His favorite gun was this
Countin' twenty K in all hundreds
And it really don't look like shit
I fucked his ho, he a P
And he still wanna pay for a feat
Spent so much money on Wock', made half of it back in my sleep
Damn, damn, damn, ayy

[Chorus]
Tried to pay me out my spot like I ain't that
I really live what I'm rappin', haha, ayy
I really live what I'm rappin'
Spendin' this money and drugs, I got your queen off an addy
I'm leanin', she wakin' me up
I really live what I'm rappin', ayy
Tried to play me out my spot like I ain't that
Spendin' this money and drugs, I got your queen off an addy
I'm leanin', she wakin' me up

[Outro]
Damn, fuck wrong bro?
Yeah, you know that, young Neptune
One and only, probably a few more though, but, yeah, you know though
EFG, long live the Bandman
Keep it that simple, you know that
Haha