Pollock

Another Day, Another Dollar
Clark the Scholar
Watch me paint another Pollock
Spray the ink on the page and make it brolic
Don’t save Wallace;
Just praise the artist, cause I’m starving

I raised the bar; because I got parched
My life’s a rom com, I stay strapped like my osh cosh
With a Magnum, not a gun just some 45s
Colt 40 live, it ain’t fun unless my homies ride

Fuck Cobra Ki
Wax the ride, and I paint the fence;
Subtract your pride, everybody gotta pay they pense
Don’t be dense, be water, like bruce lee taught ya
Loose leaf blotter, tune in and see God from

These clean cuplets;
Don’t be puppets
Be sweet lovers, they want us all screaming fuck it
But god damn; what’s the joy in that?
I rather roll the dice, than live my life holdin back

It’s kinda funny when you think about it
The money counted
Is the sum of the people’s talent
Cause if I’m not paid
Don’t mean I’m not played
It’s a stock trade, maybe a game in an arcade

I want the cheat code
I’m done with the heave hoe
Yeen know
Wanna be more than just a Webelo
A Wolf, Bear, Lion, Scouting for that rare hymien
Don’t compare my rhyming to squares, they're like sirens

Leading you astray
Hit em with that Q and A
Victim you are lame
Babay, the way I spew the game
So Pat me on the back
And look me in the Vannas
And don’t Say Jack to the fact I took advantage

Not talking sexual
Cause that’s always consentiual
I gotta pention to
Pull extentions, and get a mention fool
Half my business in this is from referrials
Cause these girls
Travel the world
To see the D earl

Because, I’m well known