Mally - Dead Art Painting lyrics

What goes up comes down, life is so precious Ate a cloud for breakfast, we all separate and they desperate Money bet cake, now it's return on that investment Making friends is not a item you can see inside my checklist Why take ‘em back when I'm going forward? All for it in a shed drunk sawing coffins And going through the totals, I done stacked a hundred fifty And it's f**in' with me cause I'm making more and it's f**in' pretty They all are dead to me, alive inside this melody Effort free, no cost, I'm s**a free, so off b**h this is my house, I should take my clothes off ‘Cause I feel like a little Dean on chill ice Cue horns, the f** out my way, let me sit down Rea**ess, everything is positive so I can prolong Preparation, dedication kept me syndicatin' Rotation second natured, and I'm raising all the sleepy faces Ain't at a stand-still, gotta make mad moves Love having fans, but what's a fan if they rap too? Talking to God, eyes closed with a spread heart Challenged with a dead art, re-painting with a head start Get ready for the rider, for the roller, my God Bomb hard song-to-song, get it on, going strong And my legs never tired, give me fifty-five batons Keep lappin', hit the finish, I'm flickin' a Nikon Taking pictures of these frauds, the game is super wrong Bench, warmers want stripes keep it funky they wan' fight Not worthy of a jersey on the sidelines, tight Tyronn Lue types, it's all good, on a flight Just to go meet him, and he started speakin' How he believed in me, how the world was gon' be mine And how I got him through it And how he thought about me down, and he's f**ing with the sound I can't disgrace him in the ground so Every bar hook, every photo with a star looks for him Hold my head high so he can see my chin And I try to play it back, and it hurts, I can't pretend His best advice was "roll solo ‘cause these n***as ain't your friends"