Artist Of The Century

You gotta be—I mean probably above me
Proud of me, working against the odds and the ugly
It’s comedy, the hurtin’ be disguised as a subtweet
The prodigy workin’ out the 5, not a sublease
Bottom feed, growing out of poverty is toughening
Monogamy, it was only pottery I fucked with
Coddled me, nowadays it’s honestly a dungeon
It boggle me, turned another opp into a custy
Apologies, tryna free the colony like Tubman
Debauchery, never seen this side of me in public
Bottle fiend, I don’t wait ’til Halloween for ruckus
It’s time to eat, gave ’em all that modesty for nothing
The collard greens replacing all the college dreams I fronted
Prophecies, they favor the facades, I debunk it
Props to the puppets, shots for the huntress
‘Fore guapanese play you on the spot like a trumpet
My partner T took me on the job as a youngin
Propped like a pumpkin, shocked was redundant
I plotted cheese but really needed God in abundance
My mind full of fuckshit, eyes on the hundreds

I could put it on my life— ooh
I gotta put it on my life if I want it
I been putting up with strife since a youngin
The prize isn’t much but the price is— hmm
I gotta put it on my life if I want it
I been putting up with strife since a youngin
The prize isn’t much but the price is abundant

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