Van Gogh & Picasso ft. ChevyGangCas Lyrics

Big dawg, back up on my bully shit Had to separate myself, niggas on some stupid

Shit The goal is to get rich, nigga, not look rich

Yall husslin ass backwards, you niggas Make no sense

Gloves on, that's no Prints They don't Know what hit him like Errol Spence

AC flow, this shit cold, I'm just tryna Vent Fuck around and cop a Benz , Drop the top up

In the wind Fuck a loss, I need a win, Please forgive

Me for my sins Them losses took them On the chin, won't make

Them mistakes again I used to sell Them grams for ten, whatever

Brought the money in Shootin' dice With the rent money, I'm tryna

Double it I lost it all before, stressed Out, yeah, I

Was strugglin' Call up my dawg like, Bruh, we need another

Lick Baby moms all on my ass, I need Another bitch

He like, dawg, gon chill out, you on Some other shit

We gon' get right back to it, nigga, we Husslin ' Call up Chevy, pull up fast Like this a SS

Put somethin' extra on the bars, no Bench press, I been next

These niggas not it, ayo, Chevy gang, Tell em your accomplishments

Nigga, autographed the Blu-ray for my Mama after I did a song in the movie

Managed a Hollywood studio while Makin' my own music

Wrote verses for bullshit, you gotta Excuse me But because of NDAs, they Could sue me

My partners used to come to L.A., I Gave them free sessions

Sleep at the Stu , wake up and record, It was a blessing

SSL, G-plus series, C-800 on Sunset Boulevard We used Bossa Nova for Lunch ins , millionaires

And Grammy Award winners and my Contacts just left Dubai

Now gatekeepers mad I don't respond Back But they ain't stoppin' shit when Them royalties

Hit For opportunity, I took L's on Them royalty

Splits Tough lesson learned, when the Blessing

Burns Start to question who next to Turn

Worked so hard chasin' your dreams That you forget to earn

You do shit for the love while they get Paid off your passion

Askin' to be valued when you Should'nt have to ask it

Your question and your worth, this Motherfucker Rolex flashin

Now let that sizzle in your spirit, nigga Van Gogh, when you talkin', they ain't

Tryin' to hear it, nigga All that artist Shit don't mean

Nothin' if they don't fear it, nigga Jesus, take the wheel

Cause I'm crashin' out if I steer it, Nigga Chevy shit, pop the clutch, Really high gear

It, nigga This need to be addressed, it's Low-key outrageous

They'll write you out your own story, You let them see your pages

And he who remains don't look like Jonathan Majors

Prince wrote slave on his face, he tried To save us

Why would we have to pay y'all to Keep people at y'all events

DJ ain't really spendin' hard enough, Then you get a performer like me or My other artist friends

Hit your stage, turn the party up, and We leave empty-handed

Some of us are okay leaving empty-Handed, but I get a little frustrated When I'm realizing

That y'all makin' all of this money, and We brought the entertainment to y'all Party

I can't do it no more, I done did it for Four-plus years now, I can't do it no More