BASQUIAT FREESTYLE Lyrics

Niggas want my style but can't have it

I see em reaching to grab it

Tell em that these tricks ain't meant for you, you silly rabbit

Imma be the realest till i'm sleeping in a casket

Maybe by that time they'll realize that all my songs are classics

We in different brackets

The sauce I been had it

Feel like flexing is a Habit

You could tell by every Jacket

She a fan of all my pics so the pussy was Automatic

Bagged your bitch right off a status

I'm sorry I had to crack it

Shawty on go, get low when she's commanded

in a room with your bitch we broke the 7th commandment

Next day blowing my phone I can't stand it

Put her number under the block list and then vanish

Fuck you to the haters too to me they all banished

Stabbed me in back I used the guap bandage up the damage

Cross me once that's all I need to leave a nigga stranded

Lately I've been by myself doing everything single handed

Wasn't listening to anything out of my lips now they give me compliments for my Eloquent penmanship

Always stay on point I mimic sharpend pencil tips

I treat these beats like open canvases and Basquiat that shit

I treat these beats like open canvases and Basquiat that shit bitch