Death to Wall Art

Intro

Those things that hold you back from executing on your dream are myth

Verse one

People use any excuse to tell you who they are

Risk death or dismemberment to tell you who they are

Do what I can today and plan what I'ma do tomorrow

Bump into you in the streets of Paris, that's too bizarre

That's a testament to the wavelength, got tools to sharp

I like the way you move, move forever

Just don't move too far

Niggas wanna be him, bitches wanna fuck

That's a true star

That's a whole lot of energy I'm trying to move off

Damn we lost another black hero that's a north star

Me and my girl really debating should we become porn stars? In this economy you gon' suck

You getting fucked anyway, let's spend the day in Montauk Big gun cocked, I like to vintage shop

My bitch too pretty to piss at the truck stop

But not too pretty to catch a cuI want the top

I get a look like

This where the buck stop, you might could hear a gunshot My shit punk rock

Like finding a Picasso in a pawn shop

Chill, Splash, this a lost art

I wanna hear bout the kids better than Mozart

That's really a lost art

I'm here to identify all art, I'm talking all art

Death to wall art

I'm not just talking paint I'm talking all art

What the white establishment ain't wanna call art It's a lost art

It's a lost art

Hook

inaudible

Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that

Get that kid something, get that kid something Get that kid

Verse two

If we being real, nobody wanna call it art

You'd have to open your museum doors, it'd fall apart

There's more rappers than all the guns at Walmart

There's not a dumb nigga in the crew, they all sharp

When I say death to wall art I mean fuck paint by numbers

That's a hallmark

Don't just color out the lines, tear the wall apart

Don't just show me a corny NFT of the shark

Go swim with sharks, kill a shark