Outro lyrics

[Outro: Bro A.A. Rashid]
Hey, I’ve been talkin’ to you, man
I say, yo, yo, yo, listen; all this old gorilla sh*t you tryin’ to spin everybody with
Ain’t gonna have none with that old bullsh*t man
n*gga don’t believe that sh*t
No how, leave the f*ck outta here with that old cornball bullsh*t
Man, this sh*t is art, n*gga
You understand? Don’t lose sight of your motherf*cking artistic contributions, n*gga
And I can see it
That’s why y’all n*ggas raps is wack
n*ggas raps is mad wack
n*ggas be sending me—haha—music
I be like this n*gga sh*t is corny
Ehh
No art—n*ggas ain’t go no art in this sh*t
Then n*gga goes, then n*gga go
Will send you pictures of sh*t
Hey, n*gga send you pictures sh*t
n*gga, I said
Man, what the f*ck is this sh*t here this n*gga got on here, n*gga?
You crazy motherf*cker
With this old wild ass sh*t
You told me you wouldn’t n*gga that
Listen to your sh*t, n*gga
You missed the first three periods of school, n*gga
You went right to lunch
You missed the first three f*cking classes
Art, theater, fashion, n*gga
You a theatrical performer, stop frontin’
‘Cause it ain’t but only a few of you motherf*ckers
Really did what you say you would do
Ha. You know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout?
‘Cause, eh, you know
Everybody is tryin’ to keep it real
And I’m tryin’ to figure out what the f*ck is real nowadays
[?] keepin’ it real
sh*t
sh*t
n*ggas keepin’ it real dirty
[?] n*ggas in the motherf*cking music videos
Step, Runnin’ ‘round, jumpin’ ‘round and sh*t
Pointin’ their hands like they got
Hammers and sh*t at the screen and sh*t
Yellin’ at me and sh*t
I’m like, man, what the f*ck you want me to do
You want my money
Was it a stickup, or this is what
Yeah, art
‘Cause it ain’t art, n*gga you look crazy as f*ck
n*ggas need to go back to them old budget n*gga
When they, when they [?] n*ggas five hundred thousand
Of ‘em, a mil, two mil
n*gga to make these [?]
These n*gga runnin’ ‘round
[?] on me
(hmm)
With all this old stupid sh*t flat sh*t
Belts
n*ggas then didn’t, no whips or nothin’
Talkin’ ’bout hey, look, look at me
I’m gonna run ‘em down, n*gga
And all this other sh*t
They, hey, look, look, bro
Art, fashion, n*gga
Get your f*cking weight up
You n*gga need to go to school
You n*gga might need to go to school
No bullsh*t
‘Cause your raps is wack
You ain’t got words
You n*ggas ain’t got no words
I said, what the f*ck rhymes with that
That
n*ggas crazy
Ha, hahaha
Fashion
You gonna curate your art, n*gga
You better tell these n*ggas why you do what you do
‘Cause, they ain’t nobody gonna be there that
Explain that sh*t
You need rhetoric
Who told you rhetoric was a bad word
n*ggas don’t read enough
Listen
Rhetoric means persuasive language
If you wanna sell music, don’t just be makin’ music
‘Cause you like to make music, n*gga
Make music to sell music, n*gga [?]
And then we’ll see if you nice, n*gga
If somebody’ll buy that stupid ass sh*t you talkin’ ‘bout
Miss me with that sh*t
n*ggas [?]
Man, that’s me, that’s my [?]
That’s my [?]
Westside Gunn
With another one
Straight classic legend, classic legend
Classic art legend, legend
Beyond supreme, beyond all that sh*t
Next level
You already know what the f*ck it is
n*ggas is done
Westside Gunn
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels