[Pre-Hook: L.A. VanGogh]
What you call a workaholic
Anxiety brawling night time to morning?
Vampires keep them off me
Like my aura dipped in garlic
Bitch, get off me like

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & Manasseh]
Don't push me 'cause I might push back, BITCH!
I'm trying not to revert to old habits
Don't push me 'cause I might push back, BITCH!
I'm trying not to become target practice

[Verse 1: L.A. VanGogh]
'Cause I can't really take no more bad news
Lately, I've been bluer than a sad bruise
A crip said he was envying my attitude
Not affiliated, I just seen a lotta movies
Not a little faded, I just had a lot of doobies
I'm thinking Disney made it, I done met a lot of goofies
I'm living in the matrix, Morpheus bout to recruit me
I'm thinking cops are directors, the way they out here shooting
Mistake a man with a badge for Stanley Kubrick
Lens on his chest, he made a body cam film
Stand still til your hands feel like an anvil
Caught between the weight of the world and the mantle
Heard ya tape, sound like you inspired by a landfill
Meanwhile, I've been getting flyer than a handbill
This just the tip of the anthill
When it's time to eat, I'ma need 2 trays like Grant Hill
4 eyes, khaki complexion
With 2020 vision like the next election
Who am I? I be asking that every record
Can't put my finger on it like a deadly weapon, but
[Pre-Hook: L.A. VanGogh]
What you call a workaholic
Anxiety brawling night time to morning?
Vampires keep them off me
Like my aura dipped in garlic
Bitch, get off me like

[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & Manasseh]
Don't push me 'cause I might push back, BITCH!
I'm trying not to revert to old habits
Don't push me 'cause I might push back, BITCH!
I'm trying not to become target practice

[Verse 2: L.A. VanGogh]
'Cause I ain't tryna be nobody's bad news
My wardrobe told me it's feeling misused
'Cause I don't always wanna change but I have to
I wonder if old foes laugh at me still
Buzz getting so big it's got a gravity field
But I'm cooler than a ventilated 'fridgerator
In a state of Canada, mispronunciation major
Sitting at a desk jotting on paper
Tryna talk you through the games like my name Craig Sager
Been inventive with the penmanship since old Segas
Treat the money like facial hair, peach fuzz cash
Until my money long as beards, I must stash
I want a house with 4 stories like the basement got 3 sequels
I want a story where they treat you like free equals
Shout to Ambi, shouts to Manny, shouts to family, too
Nosidam, if ever damaged then I got my crew
They was skeptical when music's where I set my goal
Especially since I'm eligible with college credentials
But instead, I took those lessons
To master self-expression
And give you my perception
Everything is subjective
[Pre-Hook: L.A. VanGogh]
What you call a workaholic
Anxiety brawling night time to morning?
Vampires keep them off me
Like my aura dipped in garlic
Bitch, get off me like

[Bridge: L.A. VanGogh & Leah Jean]
Hands up don't shoot
Take a shot now
Bartenders synonymous with the cops
That ain't tequila that's coming outta them Glocks y'all

(Repeat 3X)

[Verse 3: femdot.]

My young n***as is talking poles
Big homies talking polls
That and and popular votes
Police talking in code and shoot n***as for no reason at all
Rappers talking flows, here take a loan
You ain’t know I go crazy
All them n***as you idolize they don't phase me
Got them being blue inside like the car that Jay-Z used to pick up his first daughter and old lady
I'm so clever with mine
Don't talk raps unless them hoes better than mine
What's a blue live if it can’t handle crime?
Hand of the law still out here severing spines
But I ain't tripping I handle mine with precision
Ambition, full of fictitious ideals, I bring to fruition
Make decisions, to change the way that I'm probably living
Occupy your mind for minutes to make that sure you feel him
Tryna ball no pivot, unless we up in Austin
No problem, unless we talking stress
To be honest, man that's all that I know
Just turned 21 hope I don't Don Juan Demarco
But what you call a workaholic
Who thinking more physics then logistics?
The push back on n***as tryna shift this gifted spitter meaner than the grinch that stole Christmas
[Hook: L.A. VanGogh & Manasseh]
Don't push me 'cause I might push back, BITCH!
I'm trying not to revert to old habits
Don't push me 'cause I might push back, BITCH!
I'm trying not to become target practice