The Artist (Intro) Lyrics

Every time it rain I swear it get hard for me to shed a tear

Wonder why they hate me cause my motive still ain't disappeared and

How he always rap bout money

He ain't touched a million still

How he call this shit The Artist

They can't get the picture still

If it wasn't for pandemic 2020 ain't make my vision clear

Talking gansta inside of yo songs is what got yo brother killed

Don't rap that gangsta shit if you don't live that life Forreal

Craps game shoot dice and chill

He sing songs like Bryson Tiller

High school he balled on the court

Guess he wasn't fit for the field

Turned the hallways to the trap

Packs came in vacuum sealed

Own homie rat him out

Tried to take his name from him

Kept trying to run game on him

Fuck that take his chain from him

It's crazy in yo city they don't show love I feel that hatred still

Crazy how that bitch keep trying pin me wit her baby still

Came in the bitch 30 deep strapped up like the navy seal

Gmcs might spin his block oh he bout that life for real for real

Look the artist way I paint pictures

Tso nardo da Vinci

Might grab some glasses for these niggas to see it more vivid

Might be the realest in it shit do you hate me for wishing

Long nights in that kitchen I been reminiscing look

Hold up get back to the facts

This shit here way more then rap

Adam can't even trust a bitch

Ain't take a snake to show me that

Yo family show the fakest love

Took for me to show em that

Mikey just might chill wit you

Me I don't condone in rats

Jack and Jill went up the hill

Jack fell down and broke his hat

Story say that Jill came back

Fuck that shit we know it's cap

Ain't no fairytale inside no books gone show yo son the facts

Fuck how it is this how it look point me where the lie was at

I just gave real life examples

Jill went turned into dancer

She say jack ain't got no manners

Jill left jack were he standing

So shit I feel you jack fuck that bitch don't take her back

Tell that bitch go eat a dick

Fuck die on a heart attack

Aye bitch do you hate me still

Yo life is the price to live

Hate to see them niggas breathing

Kill who got my cousin killed

Don't give two fucks about they feelings

That's just what it take to heal

Burry them niggas bag em and put em where them coffins is