I got lost in the waves
I was lost in the deep
I was lost in the sauce
Cookin' up*** for cheese
Thank the Lord that I'm payed
It is somethin' I pray for
I don't do this for money
But I don't do it for cheap
Either my art is my heart
They **** too hard
It'll throw me off****, you'll get the wrath of my art
It ain't even about me
I got people around me
Every man is a ****
I got people accounting on me
So respect the accounting
I got a family and I plan to leave and take them out to ***
If you gon' play with me, *** then my *** leave ya in ****
I try to chill but when I'm tired as hell, I don't hide it wеll
And this economy is a comedy, it'll probably fail
I get lost and it's duе for a reason
I get called like a dog for a reason
*****a show and my all for a reason
I put my life in this work
So don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart
'Cause I'll slap off your weights
I'll slap, I'll slap you again (Slap you again)
I'll slap all your friends
I'll slap off their face
I'll slap you once for every artist still waitin' for their paper
I'll slap you two times for every time you felt to credit their names (Credit their names)
I'll triple slap you for takin' advantage of ***
Know that the contracts sound like food when you don't speak their language
Four slaps for every stolen idea, for famous ****
Five slaps for the hungry, I''ll *** from my money
I get lost and it's due for a reason
I get called like a dog for a reason
**** a show and my all for a reason
I put my life in this work
So don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my art
Don't play with my money
Don't play with my heart
Hey, huh, twin
Out of my pocket
Get your hands out of my bank (My bank)
Out of my pocket
Get your hands out of my bank (Yeah)
Out of my pocket
Get your hands out of my bank
Out of my pocket
Get your hands out of my bank (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause I'll slap, I'll slap you again
I'll slap all your friends
I'll slap off their faces
I'll slap you once for every one that you made, think you was ****
Your ideals are idiotic, hell, ****
On God, I swear I'll slap the sound out yo' mouth
When I tell you we were told we had to fight in Hawaii
So I recall like a dog
For the dead and the lost
And put my soul in my art
For a reason
