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 tho

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 ima 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 live in Orlando

I’m sitting on the greatest rap album of the decade
Broke Mode completes then we finally see the payday
Shit is nuts, let me unwrap the bars, let me display the scars
Death, burial, resurrection of an intrinsic star

after a Paak & TI 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
21 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 on 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 Mike 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 legends or simply compose for the screen?
After all of that he got the nerve to slay em on keys
6 jobs, 2 murders, well aware that death comes in 3’s

If we talkin business sense, my nigga don’t get me started
Intellextual 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