Lola Monroe - Stay Schemin' Freestyle lyrics

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