[Caskey:] Yeah, somebody told me that I'm an artist's artist Took that as a compliment, yeah
Black Sheep 1 still makin' me a streamin' check I got fourteen other albums, plus the merch, plus the shows, I ain't even tryna flex Dog, just get the arena set That way when I come to do my service, it's Serena set Me up at my peak, y'all ain't seen it yet Barely gettin' started All the million plays on yo' songs don't even count because you bought it Labels droppin' checks to make a artist This is just the outcome of when you real and work the hardest I'm a Big Tymer, shout out to my old label Had to leave a made man, learn to set my own table This a upgrade, cellphones out of phone cables Independent just the way to go And I'm trained to go, victory just make 'em hate it mo' I've been hated since I started, guess that's what they pay me fo' Black sheep in a black-on-black candy-painted Rolls From the new school, but I ain't paintin' toes, lil bitch
Heh, yeah, yeah Black sheep, you know what it is
This gon' be one of them songs that ain't got a hook But it make 'em spend they pocketbook From the O-town, where I grew up 'round a lotta crooks Shit, my dad sold enough cocaine to make him shook And my big sis had enough 'scripts to write a book I ain't impressed with these rappers now and how they look Tryna buy an image, go into that studio and cook I'm a workaholic, I don't need a studio to book Shit, I put one in my crib, everything I want, I took Everything I wanted, made it happen, went and threw a summit Taught these other independent artists how to make some money Spittin' game 'cause I learned the game, nobody put me on it Rappers act like they got love for they people but they front And I just show and prove, to break the rules, gotta know the rules Get this novice out the crib, put the Pro in Tools It's 'bout time they give me flowers 'cause they overdue They could say they don't respect me, but I know they do
Yeah, y'all know y'all respect this shit The hustle, the bars Give y'all a third verse
Stoppin' at Ferrari dealerships, man, that's what I call a pitstop Radio don't play my jam, but that song ain't this hot Got more followers than you got dollars 'cause you only lit on TikTok Fourth quarter droppin' so that I could cop a fifth spot Money foldin' in a big knot Stamps on the passport, places you ain't been, a lot Stove's off, keep a burner though, that's just the way I live Hunnid K on my interior, the front, a shot of Cribs, lil bitch This a different tax bracket, y'all could keep the backpackin' Cyphers with your homie, lil homie, this ain't that rappin' Y'all was gettin' honest, but it's safe to say you back cappin' Play me like a pussy, I'ma have to leave you cat nappin' Big dog in my city, answer calls like I'm Diddy Put my balls on her titties while you stall Walkin' like I'm thirty feet tall Fuck a judge, I don't even do the food court when I hit the mall
[ClicKlak:] Nah, we don't do the food court, man But I do stop by lately and pick up one of them lil free samples on my way to where I'm goin' Y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Ayy man, I'm glad y'all enjoyed this lil journey we got y'all on, man One time for my dog, that's the black sheep Yes, sir, Pimp
[Outro:] -call me, you ain't there when I was lonely You don't care if I'm sorry, oh 'Cause lately you've been callin' me And I don't care if I fall for you again 'Cause I need you I need you, I'm sorryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
