THE ILLUSTRATOR Lyrics

So lyrical

Paintings visuals, as you listen to

The smooth talk, liquor store pimp walk

You seeing chalk

But ain't no kids playing

Bullets spraying, dollar chasing

People hating

That's on a regular

Tryna manage money better like a treasurer

Told my shorty that I really treasure ha

Go head n spread em legs baby, yea

You know that I'm a pleasurer

Tryna boost my credentials

Fighting for a better mental

Fake friends tend to be detrimental

Seems like the mic , the only one I can vent to

Since a youngin life been stressful

Insomniac, I be up planning ways to be successful

I grew up rough

But when we fuck I can be gentle

She can't get enough

When I'm licking on ha petals

Told ha I need nonstop riding

We can break the pedal

Said she rocking with me

Like a fan of heavy metal

Not even in my prime

But I'm painting golden memories

Wonder when I'll get medal

And when it comes to gossip

I don't tend to meddle in hypocrisy

They took my craft as a joke , a novelty

To them but before ten

I had hopes, to make all woke

To the way my words float

Replay my songs and let the hurt soak