Picture Me

Yes Picture me *****

Yea Right now

On some other *******t

When you see me

I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while

I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets,

I ain’t even lift a dollar

Haters tryina hold me down but

I be riding to the top

And I’m smoking what

I want, either it’s cool with you or not

Got your *****es all around me, make me wanna pull the top

Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot

Haters tryina hold me down but

I be riding to the top

And I’m smoking what

I want, either it’s cool with you or not

Anything on me but ***** it ain’t free

Head on the ocean, getting laid on the beach

Smoking out the dry, hot box in the street

On my tell me bull*******t,

I don’t stop for police (never)

A beast on street, **** hack to the east

From tonight til

I die, *****s ride, let it be 4-5 on the side of the

Jeep, got that

Bentley on my knee

Take my foot up off that pedal, put his brain on the seat

They see Pac in the flesh,

I’m more than *****es wanna see

But I’m game,

God’s grace and now where finished, set me free

And these haters talkin *******t like

I ain’t who they got to see

And I ain’t scared of catching body, who these *****s wannas be?

Now I’m beggin on my knees, askin

God don’t let it be

But I’m a

G and to the end of me keep it ever just simple

To the bullet’s rhythm, the pistol triggers and

Hennessey

I bet they would remember me ballin,

I fill your memory

I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while

I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets,

I ain’t even lift a dollar

Haters tryina hold me down but

I be riding to the top

And I’m smoking what

I want, either it’s cool with you or not

Got your *****es all around me, make me wanna pull the top

Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot

Haters tryina hold me down but

I be riding to the top

And I’m smoking what

I want, either it’s cool with you or not

Getting money, *****

I’m never stuck balling in the moment

I’m smoking every minute, shoot a killer for the tome

And I ain’t looking for you *****s, top down – you don’t want it

Keep that 40 on me solo, rolling –

I don’t need no homies

I’m riding over phonies, oh my

God I get this money

And these problem *****s front me, jump hard

I keep it gunning

Your *****es say

I’m stunting and

I ain’t even starting stunting

And they ain’t see me, 50

G blow on my

V like it was nothing

I’m jumpin 90 cups to what these be the navigators

See I keep tracking all my stacks,

I keep it cracking like

I’m B I feel the haters wanna be like me,

I’m realer than

I say I be

Been working all the night, suckers shot and saw me changing it

No lames gonna hang with me, them gang *****s bang with me

The range about my change, know what

I plan so play no games with me

To the bullet’s rhythm, the pistol triggers and

Hennessey

I bet they would remember me ballin,

I fill your memory

I’ve been drinkin out the bottle while

I’m standing in the yacht 20 thousand in my pockets,

I ain’t even lift a dollar

Haters tryina hold me down but

I be riding to the top

And I’m smoking what

I want, either it’s cool with you or not

Got your *****es all around me, make me wanna pull the top

Got them jerz about by warmin and she ballin out the lot

Haters tryina hold me down but

I be riding to the top

And I’m smoking what

I want, either it’s cool with you or not

It’s bottom line

Do what the *****

I want to who the *****

I want to *****

Bogus! Yea, you see?

I’m getting money over here man

Now they get money over here mad

Don’t give a ***** about you homie

Scoo!