Letra de Art Not Accolades (Freestyle) - ArrDee

(That's JoJo)

Time don't wait for no one

It feels like yesterday I was so young

By the beach I made the wave roll up

With a blem and a blonde and a takeover

Wait, hold on

I ain't old now, baby, but I've grown up

Taken L's, in the game there's no love

Selfish now, and I'm ten times colder, huh

Still kick up a fuss, no one I can trust

'Cause they all move sus like Krimoe

Now it's no more girls from clubs

'Cause these chicks all nuts

Can't go out like these lot

Tell Frank, "Ay, shut the Vito"

Can't get stitched, don't fuck with Lelo

Bossy, man can't touch my ego

I'm cocky, 'cause I does what he don't

I see all the bloggers, I ain't even bothered

Just wait till the mixtape drops

White men can't jump, but I hit these shots

Like a man at the front of a piss-stained block

My dick game got this babe shocked

Pissed off, like, "Where'd you learn this play from?", huh

Pillow under her stomach, she lay on the front, and I always hit great spots

I'm calculated, I've been sat with myself debatin'

Used to think that wealth's the aim here

And the big bank helps, but it don't mean zilch

Care more about the sound I'm makin'

And the frequency I'm tuned on

'Cause the mainstream always moves on

And the art should last longer than a few months, new one

I ain't a role model, I never had one

Funny how I'm still Dad's son

Drink up till my eyes turn black

So bad that I've banned it and got the yak gone

New year, new me type shit

See how I do it in a week type shit

Mindful of how I speak type shit

'Cause the power of mouth ain't weak type shit

Pause

Ain't nobody flawless like this awesome white kid

Link chase and status, write hits

Spray AG's on the main with Grimes best

Tour Australia, Europe

Them fly Naij girls tell me in Yoruba that I'm him

Then sing on a chorus without no autotune

This project is more than a hype ting

Body my work

Want a body of work more than body and girls

I don't mind more hits and sales

But this mind of mine won't fix itself

Man need a purpose, shit

The day I leave Earth, this better be worth it

The labels want perfect, fuck that

Take what you're given, and they'll choose the verdict

Been bored, I'm rufflin' feathers

I came from a struggle, Mum jugglin' letters

I came in hustlin' love all the cheddar

I bought my freedom, but I want better

I'm tryna be great, no good

All great artists, misunderstood (Pointless)

Pointless if I just play by the book

Art not accolades, I'll make 'em look, buh

(That was a good one still)

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