I could paint a pretty picture, of pigment of pain and scriptures Of bitches eyes on your riches Black tainted love in them mixtures Ah, it's like Picasso, in this bitch Female pac up in this bitch I'll apocalypse your shit rejoicing the thoughts of putting these bitches bodies in horses my mission in body ambition like Nazi ignition And body all curses, no Shawties in purses Cause I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti your purpose These bitches ain't real, they just real clown bitches I remember when they used to feel like real down bitches 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 bitch, 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 nigga, I'm the Bonnie to his Clyde And I ride for my nigga, oh And all you snake ass, fake ass, hating ass, hoes Was just waiting for a bitch 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'all no question though, I be on that other shit Like fuck that hoe I'm on a mission Joe You should too, if you knew What this game will do to you Look at all the bullshit I've been through Been Picken through the bullshit I seen through No Biggy though, I'm on some real shit So really though, my mother need a new house Trying to put my brother through college so that shit y'all talk about I could give a fuck aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
