the artist at work

[Intro]
What's your name and why should I feel sorry
For a man who's wiped tryna give up all the bread in his

[Verse]
What's your name and why should I feel sorry
For a man who's wiped tryna give up all the bread in his pocket
I said all my niggas hungry
And I'll be dead before you switch the topic
I'm talking money, yeah
But it's nonsense if you're tryna put a price on the profit
I could barely put a price on a product
Life's so symbolic
I might hit a stain but my karma had been brolic
We license the pain because it's documented
The artist, artist, artist, it's the artist at work
I've been a product of purse
But pain always gave me thought of the worst, why?
Same words I was whistling since I was in dirt
Watered me and when the rain poured, I sprouted with worth
Why? Why?