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And in fact, I think there's a saying y'all familiar with, it's called I wish you would If rap don't work, I'll start a deli And keep the greatest album in the vault like Martin Shkreli My heart is heavy I started out a flea market Felly Now my art's compelling and I'm eating with the largest belly I could hit you with a sentence as hard as Melly's And all the green I got would make you think that I started selling Cause now I swear that I could buy Kendrick Lamar's Pirellis And with the heat I spit, I think I might commit arson like Nelly I been killing rappers like a part in Belly And I beat the fuck up out this beat until it started swelling Dead bodies on the floor, they leave the carpet smelling You know I had to get my hands dirty, all these other artists cleanly But is it ever enough? I'll never stop writing verses Swear to god, they'd have to sever my thumbs But success is only measured in funds Fuck where you getting it from Either the burbs, or the tenement slums, hum Welcome to Martin's Deli Welcome to Martin's Deli If you've been starving, tell me Cause you're in Martin's Deli If rap don't work, I'll get a corner store And keep a notebook in the back, that's where my mortars stored I got a smorgasbord, but these sandwiches get ordered more So I just gotta keep 'em coming, I got more in store These labels want me so bad, my raps are corporate porn But I been dodging shitty deals because I'm more informed It's hard to make it independent, I'm recording more Keeping records stacked up in the vault like it was storage wars I'm feeling trapped in this kitchen All these rappers lacking purpose, bitch you're nothing but an accident living Me, I'm sitting on immaculate writtens in the back of the business Losing my mind, 'bout to have a conniption, yeah That's why I rap with conviction like they just stuck me in the back of the prison Pray some day an A&R will come and ask for my digits And say they'll let me own my masters and shit if I come and sign See that's a decision Welcome to Martin's Deli Welcome to Martin's Deli If you've been starving, tell me Cause you're in Martin's Deli Welcome to Martin's Deli Welcome to Martin's Deli If you've been starving, tell me Yeah, Yeah
Writer(s): Owen Baekey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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