Ars Gratia Artis

This is Ars, this is Trill, this is Heavy, this is me
This is how my soul responds when I am questioned by the beat
This is how I feel at night, when I be sleeping by myself
So this is how I base my heart and personality's wealth
My pressure is deeper than depths of space
I've folded too many times and co-existed with fakes
Sounds weak, right?
Like…tryna stop on a green light
All gassed up from this scene might just stop rapping and sing like:
I really need somebody, tell me you're that somebody
One time for my real life, I've died out and dived in
Just to see how that feels like, so my testaments keep piling

Just the very thought of lifting free
Drum this fear out, bring me to my knees
Cross your fingers, change to grow
A wish is all we'll ever know

This is how I live, and this is how I breathe
So this is how I plan on making real life out of dreams
If these were my last words before I passed away
I hope they spell out most of what my mixtapes had to say
So this go'n be that first time that I break off from that
bullshit that y'all may call
Real Raps, hell naw
Real looking like it fell off
I'd bare all and share pay if this trill music got air play
Y'all shank shots from these airwaves but its green grass
on my fairways
Look, enough with the rapping on beats
Let me be blunt, they don't think anything of it when this
shit'll happen to me
So I wanna be, everything me
Anytime anything happened to C
Jaded from everything mapping my being
So anything I become something I need, it's me

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Old flow but the world feel new
So it's dope when you're rapping and the words still you
Still trill for the letters in my name so I'm tryna put in work
for the better of the game
Got to see it right cause this shit's like agents
Ain't nobody playing ain't nobody got patience
Everybody foul everybody gotta fragrance
Everybody loud, don't nobody know cadence
This is my drop off, my vanity
don't seem to fit where I plan to be
So I plead the fifth to my sanity
This heart regrets a lone path, ain't no architects in my past
Kept this art and thinking I'm good
So never will I fall to thinking I've passed
Speaking of the fall, the leaves have turned red
Represents the trees that spoke in my head
Did it for the pile of hope on my desk
And just a little flower coat when I rest, and everything's good

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