PICTURES

Bitch sit down listen up cause this a fact
For anybody coming for me they gon catch a slap
Cause I don't give a fuck I'm really tired of all they crap
I'm sitting in my room smokin poppin laying back
And time ticking by see it spinning on the clock
Pop a couple xans slow it down and take a walk
My vision kinda blurry like the bullshit that they talk
J's to my ankles cause that shit is what I rock with
See me as I walk in
Peep me as drop in
Kamikaze bombing
Up onside these bitches that all this money done brought in
By writing on a page bout all the pain that I'm lost in
Feel like the shit, with all the drip that I'm copping
Boy's so crazy they had to tell me stop it
But who am I to blame? Uppin my currency often
Counting all these figures you wishing that you could ball like me
Taking over worlds, trynna brawl like me
Trynna make it work by writin songs like me
Smokin a gram to get you along like me
Cause all the shit that you feeling is feeling wrong like me
But fuck that
Pop are couple pills and watch her bust back
Put it on her face, I'm painting pictures with my nut sack
Stepping on the mic, you know this shit don't need no run back
Hit em with the heat and then I'm gone no need to cut back
Swung back
Hit you now yo dead I guess your luck bad
Trust that
Imma rap forever fuck a comeback
Thumbtack
Is how I stick it to em that's a fun fact
Buck back
Cause even if you could I'm busy the way I run that, damn
Run that, damn
Run that, damn
Busy the way that I fuckin run that, damn
Run that, damn
Run that, damn
Busy the way that I fuckin run that, damn
Run that, damn
Run that, damn
Busy the way that I fuckin run that, damn
Run that, damn
Run that, yeah, yeah, yeah