Art-ill - Suave 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 bump 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 n***as wondering what I'm running too them pesos For them n***as 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 d**h 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 n***a 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 n***a I nay-say Most these n***as too sweet they paste-rays And all you corny a** 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] 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