[Chorus]

"You're not an artist, You're retarded
Don’t get me started‚ not real one
You should quit son‚ Go get a real job!
Get a real job‚ yo' shit is garbage
You're not an artist. You're retarded
Don't get me started, You're not a real one
You should quit son, your shit is garbage
You're just retarded‚" I'm broken hearted

"Get a real job, yeah
Get a real job, yeah
Get a real job!"

[Verse]

What makes you a real man?
Is it the money or the power?
Or working every week
On these 40 fucking hours?

Can we suddenly man up?
Cuz they say it on command
"Man up pussy"
How bout you lend me a hand?
How can they tell us to man up?
When all these men down!

Like a god damn Rihanna chorus

Shit‚ what’s a n***a got to do to get a listen
I’m sick of chilling in this kitchen
Scraping chicken off of this dish
Got to blow up like ignition in this shit

(it's my year)

You won’t ever see me after I get signed like a petition
Shit's retarded
I’m always doing music
Cuz I love it I’m an artist

My mamma looked me in my eyes and told me:

[Chorus]

"You're not an artist, You're retarded
Don’t get me started, not real one
You should quit son, Go get a real job!
Get a real job, yo' shit is garbage
You're not an artist. You're retarded
Don't get me started, You're not a real one
You should quit son, your shit is garbage
You're just retarded," I'm broken hearted
"Get a real job, yeah."

[Verse]

And you told me that I'm not a real artist
And that I'll probably never make it
Aren’t you posed to lift me up
With your words and not degrade me?

I hope I don’t end up sounding mean
But mama, I think I found my dream!
I know you want the best for me
But what the fuck is that supposed to mean?
I’m not a real artist
Then what’s the fucking recipe?

I ain't tryna be no dentist fucking cleaning teeth
Just to get some money
That ain't what the fuck it's posed to be
That ain't what i was put up on this fucking earth you see
And i'm an artist!

"You're not an artist!
You're not a real one!
And you should quit son!
And get a real job!"

What makes an artist real?
Is it the money, I got it guys?
Is it the marketing? My shits on Spotify
Is it views? I got a lil mil not gonna lie

Or is the catchy chorus?
I hear n***as singing my shit all the fuckin' time
Like the fuckin' records broken
Till you get annoyed quick

Or shit, is it the influence?
Is it the cameras and the flashy shows? (flashy shows)
Shit, I have no paparazzi
But I hope you know, I have preformed. (have preformed)

Or is it the freedom and creativity?
Shit no matter what y’all say
I’m always gone be me!
And never let it get to me!

Shit I ain’t signed to a label
That’s no fucking fable
In fact, I made my own!
So no one has control over poems that I wrote

Or should I not let the negativity my haters sending me
Get to me inside my dome
Or Should I instead turn that energy to positivity
And make me motivated to go harder in my songs!

[Chorus]

Cuz I'm an artist, I'm not retarded
And i won't stop it! My shit ain't garbage!
I'm a real one. I'm a real one!
I'm a real one! Yeah. This my real job!
I'm a real one! I'm a real one!
I'm an artist, I'm not retarded
My shit ain't garbage! I'm a keep going on!