JBdaPilot - Paint A Picture (Intro) lyrics

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JBdaPilot - Paint A Picture (Intro) lyrics

[Intro] Today we're going to be talking about color theory And I'm very excited today about this Because um, you know when I discovered color theory It really opened up a whole new world of color for me And I'm just very excited to be sharing this with you today [Verse 1: JBdaPilot] They ain't know I was an artist, truly I confess Got a mindstate of a convict, if it's conflict, then I'm Artest No contest, they ballin', but the comp is missing Yeah I'm pompous, I won't cave, I'm convex Sk**s of Da Vinci what I do with lines Keep in mind I'm Michelangelo with every rhyme Raised in the church, pa**ages had to tat ‘em now Every sixteen is like the Sistine Chapel That's way over your head, just look up and I'm there boy But they still sleeping, got me feeling like a headboard Get off that mattress, I'm on fire, no matches I make flame, with my great name, it's J.B. you ba*tards I'm here, can't nobody stop it I'm with your girl in public, and she want to fly private With the Pilot, The Pilot, another fresh pair I'm in The flyest, and rare Airs, no wonder I'm so arrogant [Hook: JBdaPilot] Let me paint a picture, tell me what you see I'm about to draw the greatest, would you tell me if it's me Every bar a different color, I ain't worried ‘bout my image I'm just an artist tryna share my vision, let me paint you a picture [“Paint The Picture”: CeazTheKid] Paint the picture, n***a See all these sneakers? My diamonds? Got Damnit all these colors I know you see this sh** n***a [Verse 2: JBdapilot] My daddy wasn't there, Momma was never home Parents just don't understand, tryna be a man all on my own Don't let me get in my zone (don't do it), if David k**ed Goliath with a stone I'll go at ‘Ye and Jay both for the thrown It's Rome ho, you know that, please let your man know Every time they play his record, I be Van Gogh I can't hear ya, only few I want to feature ‘Cuz I…Rockwell, I'm about to go "Beyond The Easel" (sheesh) That's Art History, let me change the mandate This poetry is portrait like, that's why I run my landscape (Wow) Si padre, we doin' it muy grande For the Dolåres, go hard as Tiki and Ronde My brothers ballin', just watch us, we hoping time pays Beats by Andre inspire double entendres They ain't got nada on me, who hotter, you not at all Prada my wallet, the Devil wear, and I'm Molotov [Hook: JBdaPilot] [“Still Gettin' This Money”: CeazTheKid] Still gettin' this money, all that green Yellow-bones, red-bones Vanilla skies n***as look blue! Damn! [Verse 3: JBdaPilot] Picture, that I painted, show ‘em how I made it Mic is like a canvas, make a mural out of my haters Then I put ‘em all in my halls wall, everyday's a war dog In my city, guns drawn, that's Pop Art, no Warhol You n***as just on call, Me? I been clocked in Everyday I'm gon' ball, you see it ain't no stopping Me, Pocket full of Islam, all about my profit Word to Muhammad, Insha'Allah we gon' get it popping And I'm ‘bout to save the game with Mile High my apostles Step back, see my vision, ‘cuz the flow is so Pica**o That's abstract, back back, you just copped it, I had that You just not what Rome is, I mean the thrown his, matter fact Quote this, “I'm so sick, too ill when I wrote this My flow piff, I'm so dope, I be too chill, but I'm focused” Like 2Chainz I'm getting it, it's mine, I spend it With 2 dames, I'm getting brain, they minds, I'm in it Style is so authentic, I never play the swingman Fly without a cosign, I never need a wingman I met some fellas, couldn't help it, they was jaded No relation to you fam, I guess success is what you make it Ain't no more excuses ho, every song I have to k** The truth is though, I can't be illusive with this ma** appeal This rap for real, I'm not gon' lie, little n***as talking ‘bout popping 9's Little n***as probably wanna take my spot, but it ain't gon' stop, I'll die for mine Mile High, I ride for mine, too bright how I'm not gon' shine? Haters probably wanna take my life, nice watch, let me take my time ‘Cuz I can't get that back, so I put it all in my rhyme Trill n***a a dying breed, I'm the last of my kind So when it's all said and done, I'll be #1 with this grind The game's got no name on it, picture painted, I'ma make that mine