Artist of the Century Video (MV)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Y-yeah, huh

You gotta be, I mean probably above me
Proud of me, working against the odds and the ugly
It's comedy, the hurtin' be disguised as a subtweet
The prodigy workin' out the 5, not a sublease
Bottom feed, growing out of poverty is toughening
Monogamy, it was only pottery I f*cked with
Coddled me, nowadays it's honestly a dungeon
It boggle me, turned another opp into a custy
Apologies, tryna free the colony like Tubman
Debauchery, never seen this side of me in public
Bottle fiend, I don't wait 'til Halloween for ruckus
It's time to eat, gave em' all that modesty for nothing
The collard greens replacing all the college dreams I fronted
Prophecies, they favor the facades, I debunk it
Props to the puppets, shots for the huntress
'Fore guapanese play you on the spot like a trumpet
My partner T took me on the job as a youngin
Propped like a pumpkin, shocked was redundant
I plotted cheese but really needed God in abundance
My mind full of f*ckshit, eyes on the hundreds

I could put it on my life, ooh
I gotta put it on my life if I want it
Uh, I been putting up with strife since a youngin
The prize isn't much but the price is, hmm
Gotta put it on my life if I want it
Uh, I been putting up with strife since a youngin
The prize isn't much but the price is abundant, uh

Patient suffering severe anxiety
And attempting to treat condition by working on Sunday afternoons
In order to avoid confronting condition
Prognosis, still in doubt
Treatment, so far, putting head in sand
Hello? (At your service)
My name is (power)