I could paint a pretty picture, of pigment of pain and 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 hursesmy mission in body ambition like Nazi ignition
And body all curses, no Shawties in pursesCause I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti 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 memoriesGuess 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 pivatle pinnacles from my pitfalls I pity y'all yall pity fool, I pity the fool that pic y'allno question though, I be on that other sh**Like f** that hoe I'm on a mission JoeYou should too, if you knew
What this game will do to you
Look at all the bullsh** I've been through
Been Picken through the bullsh** I seen through
No Biggy 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.