It's the don of Don't Fold Records & that's the bottom line
Punch lines delivered quick like Amazon Prime
Hot as the weather of July, sniper like a marksman
We all got hella goals like Alexander Ovechkin
It's the rap professor and class is in session
And the office hours are open 24/7
I rap so fast I catch an asthma attack
Cuz was like Ken I ain't ever hear you rap like that
The way you glue together the thoughts and spit that crack
Edward was my first honor student so he's just the spitting facts
The first lesson is don't be a fake gangsta
I'm be on my grizzly while Yal just Ja morant on the track
Oh hold up, cuz we gotta rewind that back
I be on my grizzly while Yal just Ja morant on the track
Testing, testing, testing, one, two, three
All the pretty babes wanna be around me
Get the hunnies, dolla, dolla bill, Yal
Ok, But look, back to business, back to mission
Always be a team player with the pass and dishin
It's Kcash so I always have high commission
Have them on the milk cartoon, Yah, he missin!
All my songs slap & rock, yeah, Will
Smith
Ken cash & Marc Edward on the beat, class dismissed
Good looking out Cuz, it's Edward!
Once you tune in, you can't change that channel
We're discussed in debates by every age and panel
Soon you will understand all the pain he battled
In these bars you can feel our reign like Seattle
The momentum we build will never stop and stall
Y'all soft as cotton balls, y'all need to knock it off
New dynasty of rap, determined not to fall You get exposed like the team that left Montreal
Lost in the clouds in the thoughts of literature
My team reached godfather status like Forest Whitaker
That's a slippery slope, the shit is perpendicular
Shine so bright, sell window curtains to an introvert.
Rest in peace, Mom Mom, legends never gon' die
Fam never divided, we always multiply
So why are y'all surprised by the cost of lies?
Motherf*ckers will dot your Ts and they cross your eyes
You insane on crack, dissing the game called rap
The all time list, better have my name on that
Big dog, no doubt that I hate y'all cats
Cause on the mic I'm like Trout with a baseball bat
If you make a foul statement only for some clout chasing
Throw my middle fingers up, a f*ck you goes without saying
You better turn me up, no need for downplaying
In a cipher with God, the only hope for salvation
Give me my respect and throw them flowers
Drop a beat, write a verse while I smoke that sour
Go get that bag if you was broke last hour
If you kill me, ask 50, even ghosts have power
But we gotta keep it moving in a steadily pace
We'll still be on top at the end of the chase
We'll stay ahead of the race and look you dead in your face
Have my cousin like damn, I think he better than Drake!
It's Edward!
I'm An Artist (feat. Ken Cash) [Manic Mike Remix] Video (MV)
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English
It's the don of Don't Fold Records & that's the bottom line
Punch lines delivered quick like Amazon Prime
Hot as the weather of July, sniper like a marksman
We all got hella goals like Alexander Ovechkin
It's the rap professor and class is in session
And the office hours are open 24/7
I rap so fast I catch an asthma attack
Cuz was like Ken I ain't ever hear you rap like that
The way you glue together the thoughts and spit that crack
Edward was my first honor student so he's just the spitting facts
The first lesson is don't be a fake gangsta
I'm be on my grizzly while Yal just Ja morant on the track
Oh hold up, cuz we gotta rewind that back
I be on my grizzly while Yal just Ja morant on the track
Testing, testing, testing, one, two, three
All the pretty babes wanna be around me
Get the hunnies, dolla, dolla bill, Yal
Ok, But look, back to business, back to mission
Always be a team player with the pass and dishin
It's Kcash so I always have high commission
Have them on the milk cartoon, Yah, he missin!
All my songs slap & rock, yeah, Will
Smith
Ken cash & Marc Edward on the beat, class dismissed
Good looking out Cuz, it's Edward!
Once you tune in, you can't change that channel
We're discussed in debates by every age and panel
Soon you will understand all the pain he battled
In these bars you can feel our reign like Seattle
The momentum we build will never stop and stall
Y'all soft as cotton balls, y'all need to knock it off
New dynasty of rap, determined not to fall You get exposed like the team that left Montreal
Lost in the clouds in the thoughts of literature
My team reached godfather status like Forest Whitaker
That's a slippery slope, the shit is perpendicular
Shine so bright, sell window curtains to an introvert.
Rest in peace, Mom Mom, legends never gon' die
Fam never divided, we always multiply
So why are y'all surprised by the cost of lies?
Motherf*ckers will dot your Ts and they cross your eyes
You insane on crack, dissing the game called rap
The all time list, better have my name on that
Big dog, no doubt that I hate y'all cats
Cause on the mic I'm like Trout with a baseball bat
If you make a foul statement only for some clout chasing
Throw my middle fingers up, a f*ck you goes without saying
You better turn me up, no need for downplaying
In a cipher with God, the only hope for salvation
Give me my respect and throw them flowers
Drop a beat, write a verse while I smoke that sour
Go get that bag if you was broke last hour
If you kill me, ask 50, even ghosts have power
But we gotta keep it moving in a steadily pace
We'll still be on top at the end of the chase
We'll stay ahead of the race and look you dead in your face
Have my cousin like damn, I think he better than Drake!
It's Edward!
Punch lines delivered quick like Amazon Prime
Hot as the weather of July, sniper like a marksman
We all got hella goals like Alexander Ovechkin
It's the rap professor and class is in session
And the office hours are open 24/7
I rap so fast I catch an asthma attack
Cuz was like Ken I ain't ever hear you rap like that
The way you glue together the thoughts and spit that crack
Edward was my first honor student so he's just the spitting facts
The first lesson is don't be a fake gangsta
I'm be on my grizzly while Yal just Ja morant on the track
Oh hold up, cuz we gotta rewind that back
I be on my grizzly while Yal just Ja morant on the track
Testing, testing, testing, one, two, three
All the pretty babes wanna be around me
Get the hunnies, dolla, dolla bill, Yal
Ok, But look, back to business, back to mission
Always be a team player with the pass and dishin
It's Kcash so I always have high commission
Have them on the milk cartoon, Yah, he missin!
All my songs slap & rock, yeah, Will
Smith
Ken cash & Marc Edward on the beat, class dismissed
Good looking out Cuz, it's Edward!
Once you tune in, you can't change that channel
We're discussed in debates by every age and panel
Soon you will understand all the pain he battled
In these bars you can feel our reign like Seattle
The momentum we build will never stop and stall
Y'all soft as cotton balls, y'all need to knock it off
New dynasty of rap, determined not to fall You get exposed like the team that left Montreal
Lost in the clouds in the thoughts of literature
My team reached godfather status like Forest Whitaker
That's a slippery slope, the shit is perpendicular
Shine so bright, sell window curtains to an introvert.
Rest in peace, Mom Mom, legends never gon' die
Fam never divided, we always multiply
So why are y'all surprised by the cost of lies?
Motherf*ckers will dot your Ts and they cross your eyes
You insane on crack, dissing the game called rap
The all time list, better have my name on that
Big dog, no doubt that I hate y'all cats
Cause on the mic I'm like Trout with a baseball bat
If you make a foul statement only for some clout chasing
Throw my middle fingers up, a f*ck you goes without saying
You better turn me up, no need for downplaying
In a cipher with God, the only hope for salvation
Give me my respect and throw them flowers
Drop a beat, write a verse while I smoke that sour
Go get that bag if you was broke last hour
If you kill me, ask 50, even ghosts have power
But we gotta keep it moving in a steadily pace
We'll still be on top at the end of the chase
We'll stay ahead of the race and look you dead in your face
Have my cousin like damn, I think he better than Drake!
It's Edward!
Writer: Marc Lukaszewicz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid