How To Steal Like An Artist

How can you blame me for tryna make it outta muhfuckin
Cliffwood Beach
Before I’m six foot deep man?
I want my name to come up in your history class
I want my name to be topic in barbershops
Of how my words are like hair
Coming off the top
And how my punches like a pair of scissors
Over your head
And my ambition’s like a pistol fight it’s blow or your dead
We came to rack your brains, like a blow to your head
But, they said I suck like a blow to your head
It just had me feelin' high like some blow to your head
Aww shit, y’all are gonna get my going again!
Every day I’m hearing
«Neek, face it! You’re too old.»
I’m 23, I told em, «Same shit, new bowl!»
I said
'll be
What I wanna be
I’m me
Not a wanna be
I’m the
One grinding
You won’t
Get no apology
Remember, what you’ve dreamed of, as a kid and, what you wanted
And now you’re making six figures, gonna need a bigger wallet
Credit card, nice house in the suburbs and you flaunt this
But what happened to the boy who’d never settle, he was dauntless
The boy who felt the pressure of a normal life, regardless
He never gave up, on the dreams, he made himself, and all this
Time, that he was haunted, all his critics hoped he fall in
And at the end of the day he can still call him, self an artist!
And all this, time they thought it was for rhyme and pleasure
But realize, to make a diamond, it takes, time and, pressure! Hit the gas,
there’s no more stalling, do it!
Put up a wall and I’ll put a wrecking ball, right through it
We’re tearing heaven down
The Gods are falling through it
Level the playing field
I put my all into it
Until they drain my veins and pump me with embalming fluid
Imma be what I wanna be and I always knew it!
I’ll be
What I wanna be
I’m me
Not a wanna be
I’m the
One grinding
You won’t
Get no apology
And if I can’t kill two birds
With one stone
Instead I’m grabbing two rocks
And Imma kill a few flocks
I got the whole world tryna get me to stop
But I’ll be an old man, walking down a new block
Dentures, suspenders, tube socks and a boom box
Bumping wolfie’s new knocks
Screaming like I’m 2Pac!
See they hate it 'cause I’m walking off the beaten path
I got em salty like the rim on a margarita glass
And I’ll always be the last
Motherfucker standing
I got Karlie Hustle pissy like she peed her pants! Ha!
We used to ask for their respect, now we DEMAND it
So take a fucking seat, if you can’t stand it
Damn it!
I’ll be
What I wanna be
I’m me
Not a wanna be
I’m the
One grinding
You won’t
Get no apology
I ain’t stopping till I get my pay
Walked into the Rockafella’s building, took a seat by Jay
Handed him my tape, to see what he might say
Thought maybe he might play it, but baby, he right away said
«Nope»!
Broke into Dre’s and got Beat by Dre
Twice
So I tell my friends I got a pair of Beats by Dre!
They don’t wanna give me a chance, I gotta cheat my way
I’m like the mainstream’s tapeworm
When I eat my prey
And it don’t stop