Closing time, closing time, yeah

Closing time, closing time, yeah

[Verse]

Quarter to 10, I think it's time to shut down shop

Been going hard, 500 days nigga nonstop

To any nigga in the tri-state with a paintbrush

Bow down and pay homage, you need to thank Russ

You know I paint and I rap, so I could cross sides

They tried to keep me at the line, I'm jumping offsides

Ain't waiting for the hike, nigga ima go and get him

Refs throwing flags, Quarterback don't know what hit him

That's how I'm feeling in my situation with the music

I start killing and in due time they'll fuck with the movement

Blind side, ain't see it coming but you feel my ora

6'5" with a presence bigger than Michael Oher

2012 Tee Tee ask if I was rapping

I could rhyme but at the time, hooping was my passion

Year later met Gia and I'm fucking with fashion

But that ain't last, dismissed her ass cause she a distraction

Wait I'm getting distracted, back to the action

My exes turn to models like that's the way back to me

That just shows me that they're way too attached to me

Telling their friends that they'd never come back to me

Liking pics by mistake, way too attached to me

*phone call from ex*

My brother'll beat yo ass, my brother Stacy

Hope you catch whiplash from trying to play me

Member how they used to fade me

And now they gotta pay me

It's Y-K-E, nigga

*interrupted again*

[Verse 2]

Niggas approach me at the high school games

Wondering if I remember high school names

Y-yeah

I know by now they think I changed but

Same nigga, new swag, new haircut

They like you ain't shit nigga, we rode the same bus

Only difference you the first nigga that came up

But you ain't put nobody on, you lame as fuck

All the shit you did nigga, you done changed up

I'm like hold up wait a minute, my car ain't even tinted

Paint chipping and I still whip that bitch like it was rented

I had money and spent it

I was the same nigga wit it

[Outro]

New girls make me nervous, damn they're so deceiving

Say they're good girls but with another nigga every weekend

Hitting up my mans on the low, damn she creeping

She fuck my mans, I fuck her friends, now we all even

Painter with flows like waves, damn he a visionary

Get caught slipping, lose your girl, find her in missionary

Art Lord, Art Lord said it twice

You still ain't hear me?

The name mean I got art on lock, now you should feel me

Lord of the art, Lord of the world, Lord of the rings

Talking shit we lace em up, ima loiter the team

YKE over it all, I'm the Lord of the team

Passing queens like aux cords, we the Lords of the teams

If that's your lady I feel bad cause she's very friendly

You should see all of the freaky shit that she be sending

This was back when I thought I was in love with Cindy

Now I'm just ducking the fuck you messages that she sends me

I know I fucked up girl, but how did we become this

You would go out and point your finger

Cause you knew I would fund it

Back when I flushed 20Gs and I had to budget

Ata ask rent from me, she was on some fuck shit

And her nigga laying right there while she texts it

She threw me pussy, he waved the trigger, gotta respect it

Checked in the game, been waiting coach

I'm oh so patient

These niggas here and gone in a week

I'm not on vacation

Kick my feet up and chill, I'm on a paid release

These other niggas get evicted, they ain't paid the lease

Straight shade, no sunlight just to say the least

You gon need the Art Lord head, just to tame the beast

Why these niggas mad at me?

Never knew why these niggas mad at me?

Why these niggas mad at me?

I guess we'll find out, when we open up The Gallery