歌词
Ayy, I been told ****, man
I say, oh, yo, yo, listen
All this old gorilla shit you tryna spin everybody with, man
Go ahead, man, with that old bullshit, man
**** don't believe that shit no how
Get the fuck outta here with that old cornball shit
Man, this shit is art, ****, you understand?
Don't lose sight of your motherfuckin' artistic contributions, ****
And I can see it, that's why y'all ****' raps is wack
****' raps is mad wack
**** be sending me music, I be like, "This **** shit is corny"
No art, ****, they ain't got no art in they shit
Then a **** go send you pictures and shit
Ayy, **** send you pictures and shit
****, I said, "Man, what the fuck is
This shit here this **** got on, ****?"
You crazy motherfucker with this old wild-ass shit
You talkin' 'bout you want a **** to listen to your shit, ****
You missed the first three periods of school, ****
You went right to lunch
You missed the first three fuckin' classes
Art, theater, fashion, ****
You a theatrical performer, stop frontin'
'Cause it ain't but only a few of you
Motherfuckers really did what you say you do
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
'Cause, you know, everybody is tryna keep it real
And I'm tryna figure out what the fuck is real nowadays
With these **** with this old keepin' it real shit
Shit, **** keepin' it real dirty
Bunch of **** in a motherfuckin' music video
Still runnin' around, jumpin' around and shit
Pointin' their hands like they got hammers and shit
At the screen and shit, yellin' at me and shit
I'm like, "Man, what the fuck you want me to do? You want my money?
What is this, a stickup? Or this is what? Your art?"
'Cause it ain't art, ****, you look crazy as fuck
**** need to go back to them old budgets, ****
When they was givin' **** the five hundred thousand
A mill', two mill', ****, to make these projects
These **** runnin' around
I'ma stunt on these with all this old stupid shit, flashin' belts
**** ain't in no whips or nothin'
Talkin' 'bout, "Hey, look, look at me, I'm runnin' them down, ****"
And all this old shit, they ain't look real, bro
Art, fashion, ****, get your fuckin' weight up
You **** need to go to school
You **** might need to go to school, no bullshit
'Cause your raps is wack, you ain't got words
You **** ain't got no words
I said, "What the fuck rhymes with that? That?"
**** crazy
Fashion, you better curate your art, ****
You better tell these **** why you do what you do
'Cause there ain't nobody gon' be there to explain that shit
You need rhetoric, who told you rhetoric was a bad word?
**** don't read enough
Listen, rhetoric means persuasive language
If you wanna sell music, don't just be makin'
Music 'cause you like to make music, ****
Make music to sell music, ****
And then we'll see if you nice, ****
If somebody'll buy that stupid-ass shit you talkin' 'bout
Miss me with that shit, **** playin'
Man, pass me, pass my reefer
Pass my reefer, please
Westside Gunn with another one
Straight classic legend, classic legend, classic art, legend, legend
Beyond supreme, beyond all that shit
Next level, you already know what the fuck it is
**** is done, Westside Gunn
Griselda by Fashion Rebels
Written by: Alvin Lamar Worthy, Thomas A. Paladino
