Van Gogh

It surely has been some time
But y'all take a seat, though
We gon' answer all the questions today
Uhh
Is he really a Van Gogh?
This wasn't the plan, yo
Dave put the battery in his back like, "Man, go"
Gettin to the bread with no crumbs, no Panko
I got a few fans for my clan, no stans though
Vintage images like Sanyo
The flow is too sick, puedo ir al baño
Study the game thorough thats Namco
The finest sonic herb
We only ones you know that plant those

By now y'all shoulda known I'm a handful
I'm talking way bigger than making beats on Wednesday with the samples
For example, it's few and far between that could hold a candle
That's why the fucking cockroaches scramble
Cuz where I'm goin, homie they can't go
I'm moving too fast, The Dark Knight switching lanes in the Lambo
No longer the Sambo, all without the piano
The biggest thing from The Nap to ever come through Orlando

I got the greatest rap album of the decade
Broke Mode completes then we finally see a payday
Shit is nuts, let me unwrap the bars, let me display the scars
Death, burial, resurrection of an intrinsic star
After a Paak & T.I. placement
Weeks later living in my in-laws basement
Pitchin' no-hitters not a chance to run the bases
My engine was revving up just to stall
What's the basis for someone who makes heaters at the mall selling sneakers?
Co-workers with the side eye cuz even they all could see it
The glow from my greatness without me making a statement
Back of the stock room writing verses
To the tune of soul in need of freedom
Drove ATL just to try and take some meetings

Nothing
Back to the basement where I cook like Walter White
Twenty-one records to come and save em from a bid in Winston Salem
Was bout to give birth and I could tell just by the cravings
Of wanting more than making beats and warming piano seats
To change my occupation from "Brains of an Operation"
To the one that they see with the brush strokes
Allow me to paint so vividly
A picture where you can see
Where the truest of these hip hop artists is crowned king
Forced to become a florist had to make my own bouquet
Was destined for the mic like Bublé
I kicked and pushed myself past the Fiasco like Lupe
"He too full of himself"
Give a fuck about what you say
The unofficial savior
Once in a generation
This ain't even the album, this is just the preparation

So do he rap, do he sing, or do he make beats?
Write songs for the legends or simply compose for the screen?
After all of that, he got the nerve to slay'em on keys
Six jobs, two murders, well aware that death comes in three's
We talkin business sense, my nigga don't get me started
Intellectual acumen of one who went to Harvard
Talk shit for therapy cuz it's the most cathartic
Sum it up for all you motherfuckers
Nigga I'm the artist