D-Gotti - Picture Perfect lyrics

(*talking*) Huh, Double D, E.S.G., D-Gotti Wreckshop baby, yeah, come on, yeah [Double D] It was a dream, formulating a team with a scheme Stepping up in the ring, with n***as who making green Let's put the past behind, mash on the rhyme Man surround ourself, with smart n***as on the grind Representing the cause, a rebel without a pause Knowing that running b**hes, ain't the way to shot call And some of y'all be falling face first, when you think You at the bottom, it can always get worst So first things first n***a, keep your mind off that gold digger And don't be giving in the Nol' n***a I make sho' I get the do' quicker, before I'm done I bet that a** get the whole picture, the whole picture [Hook - 2x] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Send this to all my n***as on the grind For a million and dealing with these streets Everyday is a struggle, we steady working muscle Trying to piece the puzzle [D-Gotti] It's been a struggle since birth, out here trying to make it work Seeing mama on welfare, and daddy steady doing dirt It hurt feel a n***a, situation I mean No discipline, plus we hotter since my skin my scene My team, always a prospect for the Penn Pray for dividends, corner sto' it's all blood trying to win And the clock spinning time went, the game gots on 15 on chrome, and mama hate I got condoned It's on 16 sitting on nine, mama she dying I could bump and grind, long as the bills on time By now, I'm capitalizing on a career Visualize in a mirror, the epidemy of a street mercenteer Now I'm in real Gucci sweaters, carried nothing but a baretta Gave the groove back to Stella, and now these times got better Got the Benz paint got wetter, gotta feel that Picture perfect in your face, and D-Gotti he painted that [Hook - 2x] [E.S.G.] Trying to paint a perfect picture, but my paint keep dripping No negotiating with the hatas, n***a we can't be tripping Skipping school flipping rude, trying to stack me some green Sick and tired of me and my brother, sharing three pair of jeans Step daddy dope fiend, biological missing So now it's a must, I put it down in the kitchen Palms itching, n***as b**hing and snitching, I ain't switching Million dolla mission, taking n***as positions I'm the new quarterback, you want your starter back Notorious E.S.G., wrecking sh** on harder tracks Flip flop, drip drop, drop top, Wreckshop Bleed the block, leave it hot, then we hit the next spot Over here, over there, playas bouncing everywhere Album after album, other labels say it ain't fair Fat Pat, E.S.G., Pimp Tyte, NWO By the time Ronnie come out, everything is in the sto' [Hook - 2x]