I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we, survive, survive, survive
I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we, survive, survive, survive
I use a pencil to stencil the tension felt tip pen
And tell a dick, better be quick, to git me in the cellar get it
Meaner then pitbull stigma, liquor store open
Swig an Amsterdam and hope I miss the details that I'm Supposed to
Sixty year old's staring at sixteen year old's wearing skimp shit
That's their prerogative, turn the block, but Brock Turner
Gets six months, which brush my supposed to hit the canvas with
I guess a rigger, bout time you see the difference
It ain't the body kit, sometimes it's poorer and richer
Stick up kids is out to tax
Well what the f*ck you think I'm doing when I'm out to rap
Draw a line on the street it gets crossed, S'why I fly
Like an eagle, Steve Miller, band together higher cause
Through this evil, Iron horse is filled with people tryna keep it
Together, I'm flying speeds, V.S.O.P rushes me
All together, left a lot off the palate, the green for the gavel
The ballot, the malice, shit happens when you're out in
This city, till the stains on ya jacket looks like your past
Gets nasty tryna eat, half your face looks like an animal
Paint the moon it gets dark, lose a couple friends
Know the pain, thirst to kill the villain like marvel
Filled with written scripts, pills that harm you, doctors move to foes
Hippocratic oath is gone, tragedy is upon you
Throw bottles at these AMC lights, so you can see lows
For what they are through nights, your sanity can harm you
I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we, survive, survive, survive
I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we, survive, survive, survive
NYC is my canvas, I brandish brushes
Colors are luscious, hit it up with just a couple of touches
As me and Redrum discuss it, I'll be adding
Streets and blends and running through cans like nothing
Bypass fake dudes, they be huffing and puffing
Ain't creating nothing, just a bunch of copy cats
And puppets every stroke fly art that you'll never forget
Embedded in your memory as dope as it gets
Pop up shops, you can cop my artist sets
Cop hats and shirts so you can adorn your flesh
I'm on that every color in the spectrum workable
Beneficial every can is stamped official
Ain't no issues, I'm sure you find something that fits you
When it's all said and done the whole world will see um
Hanging in museums and big coliseums
Painting portraits of black folks in they kingdom
Painting murals on walls so the hood will see 'em
I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we, survive, survive, survive
I got blood, I mean paint on my hands
I got the brush, I'm bout to paint on this canvas with
Good lines, good lines, just a reflection
How we, survive, survive, survive
