Westside Gunn - Outro lyrics

Hey, I've been talkin' to you, man I say, yo, yo, yo, listen All this old gorilla sh** you tryin' to spin everybody with Ain't gonna have none with that old b**hes man n***a don't believe that sh** No how, leave the f** outta here with that old [?] bullsh** Man, this sh** is art, n***a You understand? Don't lose sight of your motherf**ing Artistic contributions, n***a Like I can see it That's why y'all n***as raps is wack n***as raps is mad wack You be [?] Haha Music, I be like this n***a sh** is [?] Ehh No art. n***as ain't go no art in this sh** Then n***a goes, then n***a go Will send you pictures of sh** Hey, n***a send you pictures sh** n***a I said Man, what the f** is this sh** here this n***a got on here, n***a? You crazy motherf**er With this old wild a** sh** You told me you wouldn't n***a that Listen to your sh** n***a You missed the first three periods of school, n***a You went right to lunch You missed the first three f**ing cla**es Art, theater, fashion, n***a You a theatrical performer, stop frontin' ‘Cause it ain't but only a few of you motherf**ers 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** is real nowadays [?] keepin' it real sh** sh** n***as keepin' it real dirty [?] n***as in the motherf**ing news [?] Runnin' ‘round, jumpin' ‘round and sh** Pointin' their hands like they got Hammers and sh** at the screen and sh** Yellin' at me and sh** I'm like, man, what the f** 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***a you look crazy as f** n***as need to go back to them old budget n***a When they, when they [?] n***as five hundred thousand Of ‘em, a mil, two mil n***a to make these [?] These n***a runnin' ‘round [?] on me (hmm) With all this old stupid sh** flat sh** Belts n***as then didn't, no whips or nothin' Talkin' hey, look, look at me I'm gonna run ‘em down, n***a And all this other sh** They, hey, look, look, bro Art, fashion, n***a Get your f**ing weight up You n***a need to go to school You n***a might need to go to school No bullsh** ‘Cause your raps is wack You ain't got words You n***as ain't got no words I said, what the f** rhymes with that That n***as crazy Ha, hahaha Fashion You gonna curate your art, n***a You better tell these n***as why you do what you do ‘Cause, they ain't nobody gonna be there that Explain that sh** You need rhetoric Who told you rhetoric was a bad word n***as 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***a Make music to sell music, n***a [?] And then we'll see if you nice, n***a If somebody'll buy that stupid a** sh** you talkin' ‘bout [?] with that sh** n***as [?] Man, that's me, that's my [?] That's my [?] Westside Gunn With another one Straight cla**ic legend, cla**ic legend Cla**ic art legend, legend Beyond supreme, beyond all that sh** Next level You already know what the f** it is [?] is done Westside Gunn