Van Buren - Van Gogh Lyrics

Now am I Van Buren, or Van Gogh
Don't think I'll see the fame, till I go
And if I gotta die, to go gold
At least they know I wrote, from my soul (My soul, oh)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
I feel like Pablo, Picasso
But they want me to die
Like Van Gogh
Oh no no
Unappreciated, my art don't get curated
They ain't gon' love me till my body bout to be cremated
They gon' discover all my work and be like wait he made it
He was so underrated
But the undertaker already took em to the grave
Pour a drink out for me and then let the records play
And let the record show, my departed soul
Had a lot of good ideas that you fronted on from the go
I'm not rapper I'm a filmmaker
I can write the movie on this little paper
You'll see it in your mind like it's real baby
Other rappers Michael Bay
I'm more like Scorsace
I came up with great ideas while I was poor pay me
They wanna let me die make me get it posthumous
And when you see me on the film it's like a ghost in this
A poltergeist in clothes so nice that you would think he rose to life
Actually he's already dead, you people stole his life
Now who am I, who am I, who am I
Now am I Van Buren, or Van Gogh
Don't think I'll see the fame, till I go
And if I gotta die, to go gold
At least they know I wrote, from my soul (My soul, oh)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
I feel like Pablo, Picasso
But they want me to die
Like Van Gogh
Oh no no
They want me dead before I can complete my life's work
And I want me dead so I can get the credit I deserve
They said fake it till you make it, that might be the wave
Cause if I fake my death they'll only have good things to say
I will not die obscurity
I need financial security
Scream in your ear till you hearing me
Or until you call security
Escort me off of the premises
You sleep on me then you my nemesis
I wrote the book on it Genesis
I'm a team player with ten assists
Yeah, my whole team gotta eat
Like everyday the last supper cause we got some enemies
Pulling chairs up to the table, the Cain to my Able
Send shots when I ain't looking but the blows not fatal
They can't wait for me to fade away
But I just keep hitting fade aways
And I can drive in the paint all day
This artist ain't putting his paint away
I bout to paint out my pain today
Maybe my wallet see change today
Now who am I, who am I, who am I
Now am I Van Buren, or Van Gogh
Don't think I'll see the fame, till I go
And if I gotta die, to go gold
At least they know I wrote, from my soul (My soul, oh)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah
I feel like Pablo, Picasso
But they want me to die
Like Van Gogh
Oh no no