Artist of the Century Lyrics

Who you know reading these books like this

Who you know singing these hooks like this

Who you know video look like this

Who you know cooking this shit like this

Okay

Homie don't look at my chick that's bae

Baby don't kiss on my lips they flames

Catch me flip flopping on the angle

Catch me kriss krossing on the game

Cowboy fuck around and get rangled

South of state but North with the aim

Aim for the head I'll be leaving a stain

Bitch I'm an Arctic wolf out my cage

Who let the dog out girl I'm deranged

Look at my teeth you can tell I'm insane

Look at my eyes you can tell I ain't tame

That's what they like they need someone to blame

Tell these bitches to get out of my frame

Telling LXE I ain't gonna change

Murcielago we hopping on planes

Grabbing our Glocks and we slide to the range

Selling our stocks and we slide to the blank

S on my chest like I'm wearing my cape

S when I shift y'all ain't even in the race

Think you can rap little bitch know your place

Study your shit 'fore you walk on a stage

You can tell that I'm with it the way that I sway

You can tell that I get it the way I don't wait

I'm on my business can't rely on fate

Top of the state look at my rank

Top of the nation how could I tank

I don't be watching TV I be wrecking on beats

I be growing my name

Who you know reading these books like this

Who you know singing these hooks like this

Who you know video look like this

Who you know cooking this shit like this

Okay

Homie don't look at my chick that's bae

Baby don't kiss on my lips they flames

Catch me flip flopping on the angle

Catch me kriss krossing on the game

Artist of the century

Five K for the entry

Running fast cant hit me

Swiftly call me a Swifty

Sprinter man in sprinter van y'all get me

Me and LXE gon' slide to your city

Cross country she riding with me

Doing a show at the top of Yosemite

Fall off the grid I be hitting the Griddy

Look at my bank account five fifty

Trying to raise the amount get nifty

Channel my energy in through my midi

Materializing a milly

Looking at me like

Mmm Mmm fitting

I just want everyone looking at me

I just want everyone looking at me

Look at me homie just show me your eyes

Looking around and we living to die

Singing a ballad I'm flipping the vibe

Confusing no lie

Reusing my rhymes

Still got to be the greatest of all time

Yeah yeah it's me homie

Yeah yeah it's Lee bitch

Ooh yeah it's Lee homie

Uh uh they need this

Uh yeah getting sea sick

The way we rocking rocking rocking rocking

Keeping it humble and keeping it intimate

Making sure we're taking time off to chill a bit

Want to vaca out to far away villages

Cutting the filament sipping this venomous

Sick of the death to death and I been

Craving a bit of liquor and we mix it with lime

It gets me to feel it quicker then we sip on some wine

Saturday I'm feeling sick and end up wasting my time

So if you're feeling how I'm feeling raise your glass to the sky

Raise your whisky to the sky

Shit do really be hard sometimes

What are y'all craving and why

Throw back a flight with the homies tonight

Turning it up drinking it down

Looking around are we feeling alright

Bro what a life LED lights

Elden Ring on my PS5

Hey Google play me a vibe

Playing Traiven Lee on Spotify

They don't know who's on the mic

They be like damn that's you?

That's tight

I be like yeah that's right

Next song come on we playing Finish Line

After the show she tells me I'm her type

Lexie right next to me starting a fight

Have a good time but don't cross the line

Say what you want just keep it online

Sending me threats get sent to the side

Tap in the bio get sent to my site

Paranoid I went and bought me a nine

Break in my crib you get sent to the afterlife

Highway ninety nine seeing the signs

Taking a right tonight I'm

Craving a bit of liquor and we mix it with lime

It gets me to feel it quicker then we sip on some wine

Saturday I'm feeling sick and end up wasting my time

So if you're feeling how I'm feeling raise your glass to the sky