Caskey - An Artist’s Artist lyrics

Yeah, somebody told me that
I'm an artist's artist
Took that as a compliment, yeah

Black Sheep 1 still makin'
Me a streamin' check
I got fourteen other albums, plus
The merch, plus the shows
I ain't even tryna flex
Dog, just get the arena set
That way when I come to do my service
It's a set
Me up at my peak, y'all ain't seen it yet
Barely gettin' started
All the million plays on yo' songs don't
Even count because you bought it
Labels droppin' checks to make a artist
This is just the outcome of when
You real and work the hardest
I'm a Big Tymer, shout out to my old label
Had to leave a made man


Learn to set my own table this a upgrade
Cellphones out of phone cables
Independent just the way to go
And I'm trained to go
Victory just make 'em hate it mo'
I've been hated since I started
Guess that's what they pay me fo'
Black sheep in a black-on-black
Candy painted Rolls from the new school, but
I ain't paintin' toes, lil bitch

Heh, yeah, yeah
Black sheep, you know what it is

This gon' be one of them songs
That ain't got a hook
But it make 'em spend they pocketbook
From the O-town
Where I grew up 'round a lotta crooks
Shit, my dad sold enough cocaine
To make him shook and my big sis had enough
'scripts to write a book
I ain't impressed with these rappers
Now and how they look tryna buy an image
Go into that studio and cook
I'm a workaholic
I don't need a studio to book
Shit, I put one in my
Crib, everything I want, i took
Everything I wanted, made it happen
Went and threw a summit
Taught these other independent artists how
To make some money
Spittin' game 'cause I learned the game
Nobody put me on it
Rappers act like they got love for
They people but they front
And I just show and prove
To break the rules, gotta know the rules
Get this novice out the crib
Put the Pro in Tools
It's 'bout time they give me
Flowers 'cause they overdue
They could say they don't respect me
But I know they do

Yeah, y'all know y'all respect this shit
The hustle, the bars
Give y'all a third verse

Stoppin' at Ferrari dealerships, man
That's what I call a pit'stop
Radio don't play my jam
But that song ain't this hot
Got more followers than you got dollars
'cause you only lit on TikTok
Fourth quarter droppin' so that I
Could cop a fifth spot
Money foldin' in a big knot
Stamps on the passport, places
You ain't been, a lot
Stove's off, keep a burner though
That's just the way I live
Hunnid K on my interior, the
Front, a shot of Cribs, lil bitch
This a different tax bracket
Y'all could keep the backpackin'
Cyphers with your homie, lil homie
This ain't that rappin'
Y'all was gettin' honest
But it's safe to say you back cappin'
Play me like a pussy
I'ma have to leave you cat nappin'
Big dog in my city
Answer calls like I'm Diddy
Put my balls on her titties while you stall
Walkin' like I'm thirty feet tall
Fuck a judge, i don't even do the food court
When I hit the mall

Nah, we don't do the food court, man
But I do stop by lately and
Pick up one of them
Lil free samples on my way to where I'm goin'
Y'all know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
Ayy man, I'm glad y'all enjoyed this
Lil journey we got y'all on, man
One time for my dog, that's the black sheep
Yes, sir, Pimp

Call me, you ain't there when I was lonely
You don't care if I'm sorry, oh
'cause lately you've been callin' me
And I don't care if I fall for you again
'cause I need you i need you, I'm sorry