[Chorus]
"You're not an artist, You're retarded
Don’t get me started‚ not real one
You should quit son‚ Go get a real job!
Get a real job‚ yo' sh*t is garbage
You're not an artist. You're retarded
Don't get me started, You're not a real one
You should quit son, your sh*t is garbage
You're just retarded‚" I'm broken hearted
"Get a real job, yeah
Get a real job, yeah
Get a real job!"
[Verse]
What makes you a real man?
Is it the money or the power?
Or working every week
On these 40 f*cking hours?
Can we suddenly man up?
Cuz they say it on command
"Man up pus*y"
How bout you lend me a hand?
How can they tell us to man up?
When all these men down!
Like a god damn Rihanna chorus
sh*t‚ what’s a n*gga got to do to get a listen
I’m sick of chilling in this kitchen
Scraping chicken off of this dish
Got to blow up like ignition in this sh*t
(it's my year)
You won’t ever see me after I get signed like a petition
sh*t's retarded
I’m always doing music
Cuz I love it I’m an artist
My mamma looked me in my eyes and told me:
[Chorus]
"You're not an artist, You're retarded
Don’t get me started, not real one
You should quit son, Go get a real job!
Get a real job, yo' sh*t is garbage
You're not an artist. You're retarded
Don't get me started, You're not a real one
You should quit son, your sh*t is garbage
You're just retarded," I'm broken hearted
"Get a real job, yeah."
[Verse]
And you told me that I'm not a real artist
And that I'll probably never make it
Aren’t you posed to lift me up
With your words and not degrade me?
I hope I don’t end up sounding mean
But mama, I think I found my dream!
I know you want the best for me
But what the f*ck is that supposed to mean?
I’m not a real artist
Then what’s the f*cking recipe?
I ain't tryna be no dentist f*cking cleaning teeth
Just to get some money
That ain't what the f*ck it's posed to be
That ain't what i was put up on this f*cking earth you see
And i'm an artist!
"You're not an artist!
You're not a real one!
And you should quit son!
And get a real job!"
What makes an artist real?
Is it the money, I got it guys?
Is it the marketing? My sh*ts on Spotify
Is it views? I got a lil mil not gonna lie
Or is the catchy chorus?
I hear n*ggas singing my sh*t all the f*ckin' time
Like the f*ckin' records broken
Till you get annoyed quick
Or sh*t, is it the influence?
Is it the cameras and the flashy shows? (flashy shows)
sh*t, I have no paparazzi
But I hope you know, I have preformed. (have preformed)
Or is it the freedom and creativity?
sh*t no matter what y’all say
I’m always gone be me!
And never let it get to me!
sh*t I ain’t signed to a label
That’s no f*cking fable
In fact, I made my own!
So no one has control over poems that I wrote
Or should I not let the negativity my haters sending me
Get to me inside my dome
Or Should I instead turn that energy to positivity
And make me motivated to go harder in my songs!
[Chorus]
Cuz I'm an artist, I'm not retarded
And i won't stop it! My sh*t ain't garbage!
I'm a real one. I'm a real one!
I'm a real one! Yeah. This my real job!
I'm a real one! I'm a real one!
I'm an artist, I'm not retarded
My sh*t ain't garbage! I'm a keep going on!