Picture That

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be

If you ain't got a dollar to your name

Can you maintain?

Are you lost, are all your thoughts on the same train?

I been ridin' it, doubt

Despite the amount

l've yet to acquire

In my checking account

They checkin' me out

They peepin' my game

I paid my dues

I even kept my receipt and my change

My life is like a movie

If Siskel hate it then sue me

**** a Maybach, l'm straightin' the back of this hooptie

It started out a hobby, became my life

Left my emotions, lonesome, hence the pain I write

Some call it the rap

Some call it rap music

I call it hip-hop

No, no, no trap music

You never seen me heat the pot

To whip the rock

You never seen me creepin' down your block

With the Glock

You never seen no diamonds in my chain

Or in my watch

You never seen me in a G5

Or on a yacht

But picture that

Picture this

Picture being poor

Picture being rich

Picture having more

Picture not having sh*t

Picture that

What a sight to see

Picture you, picture me,

picture us, picture we

Together at the top

Where we should be

Speaking of being at the top, Champagne, bottoms up

I take that back, cause matter of fact

This E and J

Dollar shots hittin' the spot

Like a rave

My real ni**as give me props

Cause I ain't afraid to say

What I am and what l am not

You had her not

I had like seven dollars knowin' l'ma drop five, on that session

As soon as A-chizzle hit the block

Chocolate swisher burn slow

Though I hope it never stop

So I can get high

And accomplish my endeavors

Ni**as pullin' up in Benzes, tellin' me that l'm the one

l'm guessin when my clock climaxes then my time'll come

I never shot a gun, but I be killin' all y'all raps

Cause all y'all wack, I be joggin' on all y'all tracks

I mean so many lines that I could call you all back, yeah

I could send you all a fax, with all facts

Budget tighter than my b*tch's all black bra strap

Grab a digital camera

And

Picture that

Picture this

Picture being poor

Picture being rich

Picture having more

Picture not having sh*t

Picture that

What a sight to see

Picture you, picture me,

picture us, picture we

Together at the top

Where we should be

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be

In the presence of my gifted ass, incredible gift of gab

Don't have a cent to spare, but pull up a chair, I'll take you back

To where my Christmases was full of gifts, I surely had

Left Santa milk and cookies, we miss you, Bernie Mac

Left him a letter, and what do you know, he even wrote my back

I don't remember what it said, but the point is that

Soon as I had to take the role for my own acts

It seemed as though, all my presents started gradually turnin' into coal

I graduated with a car

Four years later that motherf*cker's stuck in park

I missed the days we cut through the alley to the limo, or further than that

Nick at Nite, Are you Afraid of the Dark?

I keep these memories on my mind

Cause they define me like Dictionary.com

Bliss kisses ignorance

Pay them unless, your intelligent

And her pu**y be wet as sh*t

You would come in a flash

Please hold the flash

But picture that

Picture this

Picture being poor

Picture being rich

Picture having more

Picture not having sh*t

Picture that

What a sight to see

Picture you, picture me

Picture us, picture we

Together at the top

Where we should be