I got lost in the waves
I was lost in the deep
I was lost in the sauce
Cookin' up chowder for cheese
Thank the Lord that I'm paid
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
Don't bargain too hard
It'll throw me off balance, you'll get the wrath of my art
It ain't even about me
I got people around me
Every man is a county
I got people accounting on me
So respect the accounting
I got a family and I plan to leave and take them out to Tanzania
If you playin' with me and my plan to leave, you might end up in bandages
I try to chill but when I'm tired as hеll, I don't hide it well
And this economy is a comеdy, it'll probably fail
I get lost and it's due for a reason (Uh, yeah)
I get called like a dog for a reason (Uh, yeah)
Put my soul and my all for a reason (Uh, yeah)
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 failed to credit their names (Credit their names)
I'll triple slap you for takin' advantage of hunger pains (Pains)
Know that the contracts sound like food when you don't speak that language
Four slaps for every stolen idea, for Famous Amos
Five slaps for the hungry, I scrap from my money
I get lost and it's due for a reason
I get called like a dog for a reason
Put my soul 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 godly
Your ideals are idiotic, hell, you done mastered idolatry
On God, I swear I'll slap the sound out yo' mouth
For not tellin' us we was chosen, we had to find that all out
So I recall like a dog
For the dead and the lost
And put my soul in my art
For a reason
