Greetings - Art West

Why hello, my name is Art West II

Son of the natives, 330, Brooklyn, Orlando reppin

Won’t find me pitching coke to you or holding a random weapon

But know I stick with those who keep it close

I abandoned stress a long time ago

From the school of Dilla, Preemo and 9th Wonder

I got it for the next 9 summers. This the come up

And other adages of that nature, I’m naughty wit it

Like Pavarotti fucking in Maserati

She slipping down her garments

For the whole damn illuminati, that plenty

I’ve graduated to dollars after rapping for pennies

I’m coming after the Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony

Used to getting it on my own, don’t need a hustler to show m

Tho I, keep a team of champion talent and pedigree

Mastrs of the game, we stay kicking out of the pedigree

Worthy of the praise we make them display in effigy

Check the messaging, the texts are for leveling reckoning

One. Good year where the rubber meets the road

That’ll be the roll to make sure we here a hundred more

If you been paying attention welcome back to the show

And if you’re a beginner, getting good is all we know, so I say

Greetings, greetings to you

Leave it up to me, and ain’t nobody even crucial

Leave it up to me, and everybody eating super

Steak from out the soup, I set the table

Take your seating, just for you as I say

Greetings, greetings to you

Keeping up tradition of the keepers, bring it to you

Keeping with the mission, spitting heaters, never neutral

Playin this forever, hope your leaving being fruitful