Dead Art Painting Lyrics

What goes up comes down, life is so precious
Ate a cloud for breakfast, we all separate and they desperate
Money bet cake, now it's return on that investment
Making friends is not a item you can see inside my checklist
Why take ‘em back when I'm going forward?
All for it in a shed drunk sawing coffins
And going through the totals, I done stacked a hundred fifty
And it's f*ckin' with me cause I'm making more and it's f*ckin' pretty
They all are dead to me, alive inside this melody
Effort free, no cost, I'm sucka free, so off
Bitch this is my house, I should take my clothes off
‘Cause I feel like a little Dean on chill ice
Cue horns, the f*ck out my way, let me sit down
Reassess, everything is positive so I can prolong
Preparation, dedication kept me syndicatin'
Rotation second natured, and I'm raising all the sleepy faces
Ain't at a stand-still, gotta make mad moves
Love having fans, but what's a fan if they rap too?
Talking to God, eyes closed with a spread heart Challenged with a dead art, re-painting with a head start
Get ready for the rider, for the roller, my God
Bomb hard song-to-song, get it on, going strong
And my legs never tired, give me fifty-five batons
Keep lappin', hit the finish, I'm flickin' a Nikon
Taking pictures of these frauds, the game is super wrong
Bench, warmers want stripes keep it funky they wan' fight
Not worthy of a jersey on the sidelines, tight
Tyronn Lue types, it's all good, on a flight
Just to go meet him, and he started speakin'
How he believed in me, how the world was gon' be mine
And how I got him through it
And how he thought about me down, and he's f*cking with the sound
I can't disgrace him in the ground so
Every bar hook, every photo with a star looks for him
Hold my head high so he can see my chin
And I try to play it back, and it hurts, I can't pretend
His best advice was "roll solo ‘cause these niggas ain't your friends"

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