Art Of It Lyrics

Fuck you pussy niggas, I ain't never heard of you

Catch you niggas slippin', get you hit your convertible,

So quick to pull the fire, that you won't even get a word or two,

I put you in the sky, yeah, your spirit got a vertical,

You niggas heard of me, but I ain't never heard of you,

I treat the pen like a scalpel, with this shit I'm surgical,

I'm in the stu at 5am, I got a first to do,

Murder the first beat he play, because I'm versatile,

I empty the clip and flip the shit, cause it's reversible

If I only spit a 16, I'm being merciful,Von

Body every beat, I'm bout to buy a hearse or two,

When they see the hunger in your eyes, it's what the thirst will do,

Oh, I had met this bitch online, shit was virtual

Probably the last time you had a dime, she was workin' you,

I know we cool, it's just a job and I got work to do,

It's always business, it ain't never ever personal

I dream of walking to the store without them searching you,

I dream of havin' the same chances that they get,

I pray that I make it so I can get off the day shift,

If money on your mind, then we thinkin' the same shit,

Times is gettin' hard,

I'm clutchin' on every dollar

Add another comma, she'll suck you, and maybe swallow

If this shit go good today, I be spendin' like no tomorrow

I love to drive a foreign, but treat it like an Impala

VVS Von, nigga, who can stop me (who)

When I'm at my peak, tell me who can top me (who)

From the baseline, nigga, who can block me (who)

I been fightin' all my life, nigga, Rocky (yeah)

I done came so close to givin' up, (I did)

But I couldn't cause I wanna live it up,

It just made sense for me to try to get a buck

Then put it down on a Chevy just to try to lift it up

I ran it up more than once, this ain't luck, nah

She wantin' love, I just want it to fuck (smash)

Nigga talkin' crazy, then the gun is untucked,

He couldn't move, but he wanted to duck,

I'm wearin' shoes that cost hundreds of bucks,

When I step on a hater, they don't even scuff,

My bitch told me she leavin

You think I give a fuck? You don't know me enough,

Wait, you ain't talking cash?

Now you holdin' me up,

When they slide on the opp, say he goin' to blunt,

If I slide on the opp, then you ain't gon' know nothin,

Why the fuck would I tell on myself,

I ain't got shit but my word and my wealth,

Shit stay on my hip nigga, word to my belt,

Won't believe what he said unless I heard it myself,

Before I tell on a nigga,

I murder myself,

Put that Keltec to my head

and just pull it,

Bein' hard-headed, never reflected no bullet,

For disrespect, you can get stretched to the fullest

Let's just race to see who get they pockets the fullest

It's like a relay nigga, pass me the torch,

I run through a hundred racks fast as a Porsche,

If you ain't a big dog, stay your ass on the porch,

Hustle game on a thousand, I trap for a sport,

I don't need nobody holdin' me back,

If I side-chick a bitch, then she holdin' my pack,

If security with me, he holdin' my strap,

If it go down, I say throw me a hammer,

He gon' say it was him if I don't smoke you on camera,

I empty the clip before I go to the slammer,

Think quick on my feet,

Plus I'm dope with the grammar

VVS on a whole different mammal