Art of Whore Lyrics

I'm like a lock on the bottom of the door

Cause I stay low-key like the brother of Thor

I'm a straight OG ain't no love for a whole

So this for the sick and the hungry and poor

As far as bars I'm a lyricists lyricist

I feel like a planet nigga I'm serious

I'm in my own world no bullshit conspiracies

Like 2pac in Cuba or aliens built the pyramids

Let you in on a secret if you can keep it

You see what they really worship if you peeped it

Fly to the island end up in some deep shit

And if you leak it you'll really need Jesus

They'll freeze your accounts bounce you out of your house

Take your child and your spouse better close your mouths

They'll send out scouts find your whereabouts

Make you rat on your pals are you a man or a mouse

I do this shit for the love but I don't love it no mo'

So why the fuck are you doing it

Nigga I don't know for the love

For the love for the love

I wrote this for dumbass rappers

Own chains and whips but don't own your masters

Talk Gangsta shit but scared of old crackers

I'll throw a bitch out quick that's a broadcaster

My music blaring don't give a damn about Karen

I ain't Bobby McPherin I slap a hoe and her parents

While they were staring I'm thinking

How can I fit a harem inside a McLaren

Look at rap music now they kissing on niggas

So I'm like a deaf mute I don't listen to niggas

Have you seen some of Hip Hop's original members

Pretenders with the wickedest hidden agendas

So yall better wake up showing off A-cups

Get more than a paycut dying for fake butts

You straight drunk smoking on laced blunts

But I wouldn't drink that I don't think that's fake blood

I do this shit for the love but I don't love it no mo'

So why the fuck are you doing it

Nigga I don't know for the love

For the love for the love