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JID feat. Yasiin Bey
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Oh, woah, woah
Look, uh
Baby girl, have faith in a n- without a job
And let a n- stay at your place
Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke -? Baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana, baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my sh-)
I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm taking what is mine
I'm racing with the time
I been tryna make it at my hardest, making it a promise
Chasing with my heart in it
I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket
Painting, I'm an artist
I'm just tryna make it as an artist (and I'm sensitive about my sh-)
I just gotta make it
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold and scary
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared (look-look-look-look-look, uh)
Will you be there? (Look, uh)
Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars
Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars
A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R
You don't even believe in Jesus wearing Christian Dior
You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?
You out of control, P-O-W-E-R
Went to the head and now you doing bodily harm
On the - and nobody wanna say
Because they scared to lose a gig
But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid
I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne
I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K
And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncรฉ
Can you pay my telephone bills? (Woah, woah)
I was just looking for a deal
Working so hard, had to sharpen my skills
Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my (steel)
Was still in apartments, stealing and starving
Fast-forward, I'm in a building with stars
And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceiling
Pause for a minute (wait)
Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks
Are you really in it for the arts or the image?
Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?
It's part of all you are, and all you isn't
Heavy way to hold the head and notice (trust your vision)
Just a long and cold and scary (trust your vision)
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared
Will you be there?
And now, a word from our ancestors
Man, I, I like these new slaves
Your chain hanging, bling swinging, back breaking
But it's gleaming, problem posture, double cup leaning
Slide, slouching tiger, pimping dragon on swagger
VVS is very vertebrae snapping, lights flashing
A manicured appearance concealing the shattered spirit
Jinn sneering out the paradox prism
The palace as the prison, retail religion
Red carpet constriction, the freedom is the fiction
As n- raised specific is race really existing
Man, get the bag, you're tripping
Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this
Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, sh- list, b-less
Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front
But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold hearts
Tax man like the Taliban and ISIS
No relation to class of Osiris
Kissing cousins 'til the climbing gas prices kill a climate
Yikes-es, sucker, mean mugging, who the nicest?
A promised death known is what they life is
Bey tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist
They touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-N
Conquering lion out the liar
Seek the garden, flee the fire
One, two, three, four
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