Stolen Art (feat. Little Stranger)

We're in the fast lane with the stolen art We don't care what you say 'cause we made it ours It's a fool's game, but we play the part We are who we are, we are who we are We're in a hot chase down the boulevard If you don't switch lanes, you could make it hard If I'm, if I'm never gonna be a star We still are who we are, we are who we are Yah, pickpocketing Pablo Picassos On the run with the gun and a Rothko Hot spit 'til we hitting the lotto Stay true with the crew that's the motto No half steppin' no days off is the game we rapping No James Bond, just James begin-in Yeah, we stay winning, we the rap lieutenants And you never gonna get it, no not at all Man, the writing's all up on the wall Who you gonna call? No ghostbusters, got you flustered Got you stalled Got all inside of our palms Thieves in the night, no need for alarm Stealing a feeling, here in a song Can't hear y'all I'm straight Van Gogh We're in the fast lane with the stolen art We don't care what you say 'cause we made it ours It's a fool's game, but we play the part We are who we are, we are who we are We're in a hot chase down the boulevard If you don't switch lanes, you could make it hard If I'm, if I'm never gonna be a star We still are who we are, we are who we are I used to do this for the sake of the art I never thought twice about trying to chart Now I write shit just to pick it apart 'Cause my biggest concern has been leaving my mark Somebody said I'm a star So I want the money and cars I'm tossin' and turnin' up all night But I ain't afraid of the dark I just been puttin' that work in Like I ain't got nothin' to lose Everyone wanna to tell me what to do but You cannot relate, you don't fit in my shoes I forgot that I love what I do I forgot I got nothin' to prove To people who love me, I'm already somebody I lost my way, but I'm back to my roots We're in the fast lane with the stolen art We don't care what you say 'cause we made it ours It's a fool's game, but we play the part We are who we are, we are who we are We're in a hot chase down the boulevard If you don't switch lanes, you could make it hard If I'm, if I'm never gonna be a star We still are who we are, we are who we are It was the big bad bandit (bandit) Comin' at you live from the planet I landed on (landed) Been a bit misbranded (branded) I don't fuck around with the crowd, I command it Sticky fingers in a big back pocket Filled to the brim, don't knock it Woke up with a back full of money That I found in a safe with a key to unlock it Like a trip to the Louvre Mad sophisticated on groove Masochistic with a point to prove But I tripped the alarm, so I really gotta move Really gotta move man, we really gotta go God-damn Kev, what you think I'm sayin' to you bro? Well, I don't really know Man head to the door, the getaway driver's here and it's roads? (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go) roads, roads, roads James (I will text you bro) Guys, what the fuck dude