Work of Art (feat. Lala Love)

Ohhh Heyyy- eyyy Ohhh ohh In a calm position just Writing in my composition And I'm thinking 'bout a composition Which direction to go but my Compass isn't working So I'm searching for a purpose like Columbus, visions Of a brighter future but the Grieve and sorrow just Seems to wallow in Between each bottle Hoping I can make my self a Better person, guess I'm Frida Kahlo It's the tears and the fluid that Dripped and ran slow Years to pursue it, I think My fans know It's the fear of me losing That'll rip my damn soul I lost my ear for this music I'm Vincent Van Gogh The minute I gave em a verse With some empathy They went and switched up The version of history It was just hurting me mentally They were just twisting my Words like calligraphy They done threw shade on my image Based on the shit that I said In 08 it was different That's why I had made a decision to Change up the way I was spitting and Make the intention to Change how I came on a beat My favorite emcees I would Just play on repeat And now that I harnessed the will I sharpened the skills and watch me go Cray-on a beat I know They've been doubting me From the start I brush it off cuz I'm a work of art Painted out to be the foe Until my true colors show They can never keep me in the dark I'm out here shining like a work of art I've made it to the top and now There's no stopping me Trying to be consistent and prominent But in an instant you can be Forgotten if you ain't persistent with Content and dropping hits Then pangea you can just fall right off Of the continent. I often think to Call it quits it's hard to evolve When you feel like you do not exist See they all will applaud your Accomplishments but See their True colors behind the compliments They said you're trash and garbage You should know You're wack subpar as usual Got kicked to the curb Where I could just sit and observe Cuz that's as far as you could go I craft my bars and music flows Right past your heart and Through your soul Give em a verse Painting a picture with words Like ASCII art and Unicode This is precious as an artifact In perspective they're sensing That my art's a fact It's a blessing, Investing in My art and craft But they're suggesting implement That it's just arts and crafts I try to network but it feels like They can't hear Either that or they're filled up With great fear I'm the tempest with a sentence And I'm ill and I'm carrying the Will and it Shakes peers They've been doubting me From the start I brush it off cuz I'm a work of art Painted out to be the foe Until my true colors show They can never keep me in the dark I'm out here shining like a work of art I've made it to the top and now There's no stopping me There's no stopping me No