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suave - art-ill lyrics

[verse 1]

i never let my head down
i’m lookin up to god for my path boi
and since then i realized that i’d never let my bread down
swimming in it now i got an everlasting bath boi
and i live in wheaton uptown although around here uptown is dump town
the place where the things in the night go b-mp town
label me an urban legend
hell hound abound
barking up a tree loudest of the sound
they only speak they clips bro i can’t fade those
same niggas wondering what i’m running too them pesos
for them niggas thinking i’ll end up in my mommas basement
now i got that smug smile feeling complacent
i made moves when i went vacant
had conversations in condensation
relationships are better when none of the truths are tainted
i painted pictures for the average avid listeners
older cats telling me i’m wiser than ya average hitters
trippy tripper rapper rolling mary up in wrappers
then the young witty whipper snapper started glowing up he dapper
i’m a disaster to an 808
death is in it’s future might just find it on first 48
why he such a kid like peter pan and rufio
he goofy bro
to them i’m smaller than a copepod
and i appreciated that cuz number one’ll always be odd
did you get that meaning
create sweet sound waves that concave inna my being
it gave me a reason to speak out the words i believe in
sounding like a veteran and i ain’t even seasoned
yet
switch the pace up on a nigga his pedometer uneven

[hook]

i pray my words hit home
so i can run the fan bases
and my name light up they faces
on an everyday basis
i got, hot and cold flow the perfect homeostasis
want my art to be immortalized it never erases
i made this plan to make the world understand the man who’s doin all he can to paint a picture for the land
real rap in less supply than demand so let me introduce y’all to the illest the best of the brand

[verse 2]

how you gonna glo up, you afraid
to get down
you gonna come full circle if
pay-ment ain’t round
and if you slang to get dough
better pray
you ain’t found
cuz ain’t no secrets in those chambers that’s 10
to 12 rounds
i’m tryna make like 8k without bustin an a-k
i don’t conform to the man my nigga i nay-say
most these niggas too sweet they paste-rays
and all you corny -ss rappers prepare to be a-mazed
i was raised to do my best in everything that i do
so if you think that you greatest just know i’m comin for you
some will run outta rhymes while others ‘ll lose they minds
some will get lost in time and others won’t have a dime but i will always fine
i got the shepard on my side
watch the feeble sheeple crumble while i stand under the steeple
i
i pray i i
i pray
i pray
i pray i i

[hook]

- art ill lyrics

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