Normal Rap CHRIST DILLINGER (Ft. DJ Lucas)

[Verse 1: DJ Lucas]
They want me to make that normal rap
I feel boxed in (Help!)
And sometimes honestly, I do that to myself (DJ!)
Now I just go make that normal rap
Money and power, but sometimes there's more to rap
I'm catching them plays like a quarterback
I corner the market, I corner that (DJ!)
The art rap market, I stand in the corner and stare at the wall
I look like a man who's preparing for Fall
I get excited by the things that are small
I like when it's nice out, I like when it's rainy
I'm making that art rap thеy cannot contain me
Free Max B they didn't know that I'm wavy
I'm with Christ Dillinger, I'm likе the Jesus baby (CRAZY!)
Cowboy boots, and lucchese
Came out the woods, all we had was Macys
They making them weird faces
I've been talking my talk ever since I had braces

[Verse 2: CHRIST DILLINGER]
Came up shopping at the PCX
They want that art rap, our foot on their neck
I sold more gas than Hill Hank
Me and DJ Lucas like Ratchet & Clank
Me and DJ Lucas like Tom Brady & Randy Moss
I'm rocking Louis V and Hugo Boss
Prosciutto, Cheese, Sauvignon blanc
Carhartt got that shit on
LL Bean got that shit on
Wearing Carhartt while I'm recording this song
Smoke a dutch master, I can't fuck with a bong
Roller a palm up, shit's longer than my palm
If I was you I wouldn't have that shit on
Real art nigga, I always fuck with her mom
Sold more dope than Osama in 2001
I voted for Bernie, but Trump still won