Black Gogh

Yo!

Passed up direction
What the fuck are they paying?
Respect is in collection
What the fuck are they saying?
Check no recollection
What the fuck are they taking?
Pumped the bars
Gassed the station
Write down notion
Run up promotion
Bring the hoodie back
Switched out the work bag
For a hand bag
Showed these shorties
Who is really back

And In regards to Lorenzo 2.0
I got benzo's and cars
That GP don't know
I got memories and scars
If colors could paint
It would show my flaws
Stitched in my face
To mixed to be a flavor
But study my taste
Add the sauce let it savor
Not tomato paste

Wait.

Came back vengeful
I ain't got nothing to prove
Bear claw gentle
Rockin' the presidental
They watch my moves
Past being mental
To respect the confidential
Not to mention influential
I've studied with a pencil
And sharpened my potential
To level with the heights
Me and peers not adequately
Approaching instrumentals

So it's asylum, straight jacket
Off white in them plain kakis
New level same bracket
More lethal cause havoc
Sonata on that rondeau
Country vibes in that chateau
Arrows through that crossbow
Marbel floors on that plateau
Dripped paint on that remold
Covered brim on that chapeau

I'm the Black Vincent Van Gogh

Hello!



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Writer(s): Brooklyn Dimas
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