I could paint a pretty picture, of pigment of painted scriptures
Of b**hes eyes on your riches
Black tainted love in them mixtures
Ah, it's like Pica**o, in this b**h
Female Pac up in this b**h I'll apocalypse your sh**
Rejoicing the thoughts of putting these b**hes bodies in hearses
My mission embody ambition like Nazi ignition
And body all curses, no shawty's in purses
Cause I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Gotti your purpose
These b**hes ain't real, they just real clown b**hes
I remember when they used to feel like real down b**hes
I'm from a city where respect don't come from currency
And I don't wanna hear what you gonna do, what you done currently?
15, left home to get my money right
All I knew was hustle b**h, you see what my money like?
But I can still smell 'em potent broke memories
Guess that's how God kept me grounded like "Oh, remember these?"
Now it's just me and my n***a, I'm the Bonnie to his Clyde
And I ride for my n***a, oh
And all you snake a**, fake a**, hating a**, hoes
Was just waiting for a b**h to blow
Just to pin point my pivotal pinnacles
From my pitfalls I pity y'all, y'all pity fool
I pity the fool that pic y'all
No question though, I be on that other sh**
Like f** that ho I'm on a mission Joe
You should too, if you knew what this game will do to you
Look at all the bullsh** I've been through
Been picking through the bullsh** I seen through
No Biggie though, I'm on some real sh**
So really though, my mother need a new house
Trying to put my brother through college so that sh** y'all talk about
I could give a f** about it