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letra de im not a rapper.. im an artist - via

[intro: fivefingersnoah]
really getting sick and tired of people tryna dismiss hip-hop as a—
something below an art form
all these rappers out there trying to prove themselves to something more
all these artists dismissing hip-hop
y’all motherf-ckers stupid and dumb

[chorus: via]
“i’m not a rapper, i’m an artist,” yo, that sh-t’s r-t-rded
i’m just in my house, i got some candy from the target
‘scuse me, ma’am, pardon, gas smell like i farted
got it from the garden, b-tch, don’t get me started

[verse 1: via]
these people think they know me, y’all ain’t even know me
ballin’ like i’m kobe, “yo, this b-tch too od”
yeah, i’m ridin’ ’round to fifa, b-tch, i’m tryna beat up
if you tryna k!ll me, b-tch, then better up your heat, bruh
b-tches, they be dumb as rocks and talkin’ ’bout, “exactly”
got my mind on chicken dinner, never been to zaxby’s
i’ve been known to hold my tongue, but never be a patsy
lil v born to be a winner, i’m just out here lappin’
brodie, is you serious? swear to god, i’ll bury him
bleedin’ like a period, what the f-ck got into him?
guns, i got a myriad, every fight, i’ll win ’em
h2odelirious, b-tch, i’m ballin’ with ’em
[chorus: via]
“i’m not a rapper, i’m an artist,” yo, that sh-t’s r-t-rded
i’m just in my house, i got some candy from the target
‘scuse me, ma’am, pardon, gas smell like i farted
got it from the garden, b-tch, don’t get me started

[bridge: via & fivefingersnoah]
one, two, three, four
ooh, yeah, ee, ha (real ksc sh-t, real ksc sh-t)
for this next part, i want y’all to put your f-ckin’ hands up
ksc been number one, via been number one, let’s get it

[verse 2: via]
swear to god, i need more, bad b-tch through the front door
bad b-tch from the back door, i’m just rollin’ fronto
shawty, let me see more, i just upped the d-mn score
ask me, “is you emo?” b-tch, i got them cheat codes
runnin’ from this b-tch, i’m just runnin’ from this b-tch, yeah
i just f-ckin’ walked out the function on this b-tch
white b-tch talkin’ ’bout how she slit her wrists
and she talkin’ ’bout how she be on edtwt (h-ll no)

[chorus: via]
“i’m an artist,” yo, that sh-t’s r-t-rded
i’m just in my house, i got some candy from the target
‘scuse me, ma’am, pardon, gas smell like i farted
got it from the garden, b-tch, don’t get me started
[outro]
my brush is mightier than your sword

- via

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