(Prod. By Jordeaux) - Pica**os lyrics

And I swear man, they ain't fine minds like mine I sold hope to folks, they took their dreams and consigned em to me Confided in me Confide in the produce, profuse herbs to get your soul loose And they thinking man his head got him I was thinking sell some sachets and put my girl in some red bottoms That's memoirs of a high school drug dealer Miss cla**es, f** b**hes and chase skrilla Has he got the devil in him, is the kid sinning? Man f** it I was just tryna stay winning even if it meant slinging All the forbidden fruits to the youth Cause they wanna hear the lies, they ain't really bout the truth I mean, Nthangwanika knew about it, she knew about it That her compliance, and her reliance on the booze was always wrong But still she dove in it And the drug dealer stay winnin, this is Chorus: Pica**os, drug dealer Pica**os (never get high off your own supply, never get high off your own supply) Pica**os, drug dealer Pica**os Pica**os, drug dealer Pica**os (never get high off your own supply, never get high off your own supply) Pica**os, drug dealer Pica**os Verse 2: And he go hard like granite, the high school bandit Grew up listening to Biggie's Ten Crack Commandments And I was on my ace till I met Ace and the team And Ice told me stop selling beats sell a dream Then it was just me and Banx on the drank n***a Let the OG swa*k go and spank n***as For real, they ain't know bout the deal What up Millz, remember the late night sessions just tryna get an appeal? I swear it's all true doe, he selling d** but they could never construe doe How he found em loopholes Contraband on him but he kickin it like Judo, you know That's word to the C Town, and that's word to the B Town Black Leaf Music word to Malik and C9 See I'm, painting Pica**os I just hope you see now See I'm, painting Pica**os I just hope you see now (Chorus) Ain't nobody wanna be a black sheep, so you light the J cause it's orthodox Pouring up the drank and you force the shots I mean, what's few shoe without the socks? Right? Wrong, be free don't choke Paint your own Pica**o, your brush, your stroke. Word⁠⁠⁠⁠