[Intro/Bridge]
They say life is what you paint it
I'm an artist, you're a dreamer but without imagination
Stuck inside your mind, thoughts of nothingness are racing
I know what they want upon the station
Them niggas want that boom bap
Drop that
Monocle and top hat
See that, want that, cop that
Throw it in the bag, speakers knock back
Triple eyes talk back
Locked doors in your head, knock knock
[Hook]
Open up and
Run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run!
Open up and
Run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run!
[Verse 1]
Fuck a writer's block, i'm the one your writers jock
Dropping saucy tracks and melting microphones like otter pops
Harry Potter lightning to these boppers sucking toddler cock
I heard the block was hot, I got that cooler shit this year in stock
On deck; Sub-Zero Fatality
Cali trees on the beach and, my nigga, that's an analogy
Popping shots for fun at these rappers & hitting casualties
They fire back at me but get ignored like they're the faculty
Get low
Standing out, like in "pimp clothes"
Not a single problem, my nigga, you heard the intro
Dropped a couple dollars on proper watches and thick gold
You couldn't match the amount of shit that my chick sold
Start grinding, colors I sit my mind in
Absorb into every lining and leave me treating shit violent
Fuck them off like assignments in class I went to, I'm lying
I've always been grown as fuck with the attitude of a child, right?
[Bridge]
They say life is what you paint it
I'm an artist, you're a dreamer but without imagination
Stuck inside your mind, thoughts of nothingness are racing
I know what they want upon the station
Them niggas want that boom bap
Drop that
Monocle and top hat
See that, want that, cop that
Throw it in the bag, speakers knock back
Triple eyes talk back
Locked doors in your head, knock knock
[Hook]
Open up and
Run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run!
Open up and
Run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run!
[Verse 2]
Seasons change and I think it affects my attitude
That's why when niggas diss me, I see it as showing gratitude
Actually, I've never heard anyone rap as bad as you
So mentioning my name on your track is something you gotta do
Gat a dude, waiting to take me out like a bag of food
Roll a sucker up but don't ask me who I'ma pass him to
I ain't into snitching, my nigga, so I ain't gassing you
You softer than the cast of New
Girl
...on Fox
You can't think out when you stuck in the box
Try to make some art about something other than sucking cocks
That's all I see in you, ain't no real point in being you
I'm beating you in life & you hate yourself cause you see the truth
Bitch
I'm living out what I dream
Everything's what it seems
Lots of drugs for my team
Kazzy Chase is supreme
DDMG Regime
Open your magazines
...I bet my art's there
(true!)
[Bridge]
They say life is what you paint it
I'm an artist, you're a dreamer but without imagination
Stuck inside your mind, thoughts of nothingness are racing
I know what they want upon the station
Them niggas want that boom bap
Drop that
Monocle and top hat
See that, want that, cop that
Throw it in the bag, speakers knock back
Triple eyes talk back
Locked doors in your head, knock knock
[Hook]
Open up and
Run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run!
Open up and
Run, motherfucker, run, motherfucker, run!
(yeah!) [song breaks]
