Picture This

(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)

(Thanks, Yakree)

(Slayer)

Ain't picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I ain't trippin', ain't runnin' from shit (No, no, no)

I'm ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

When I ask you somethin', give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion)

Ain't go to school, I had ****ed-up attendance

Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these twenties)

These George Washingtons make your bitch dance

No, I cannot be fake with you

I can't even lie, this shit'll never be what it was

I be talkin' 'bout you ain't reach out when you made it, did you?

See, I'm on my way and now you reachin' out for what?

Where the **** where you?

Blood shedded, can't be what it was

The **** is up with you?

Them rug-heads go get it out the mud

No, I don't do no lovin', filled up my heart with money

Ain't know that I could run it up like this so much

When I tell you I'm comin', I'm comin', no rush

When I failed you, know you wanna go thug somewhere else

I got shows now, like Giannis, I'm comin' for the bucks

Get the backend, no backend, we park front of the club

Ain't picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I ain't trippin', ain't runnin' from shit (No, no, no)

I'm ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

When I ask you somethin', give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion)

Ain't go to school, I had ****ed-up attendance

Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these twenties)

These George Washingtons make your bitch dance

Said I'm ready for whatever come with this life

I'm surrounded by steppers, it ain't really no price

I ain't talkin' seven hundred, they gon' hit it on sight

Let a nigga run up on me, he gon' feel the four-five

.223, .556, 7.62 (Yeah)

Could never beef 'bout a bitch, I got big loot (Yeah)

Thought I missed you, no, I just got my wrist frozed up

These niggas tissue and wonder why I'm shittin' on them

Fell in love with cougars, man, they keep it so real

I spit these rhymes with no mask on, that's why they so ill

If I ain't did it, when I rap, in my song, you won't hear

I keep it real with all my fans, can't name a dream I sold them

Ain't picture this, it was 'posed to be different (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

But I ain't trippin', ain't runnin' from shit (No, no, no)

I'm ready for whatever come with it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

To raise my son is a wonderful feeling (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

When I ask you somethin', give your honest opinion (Give me your honest opinion)

Ain't go to school, I had ****ed-up attendance

Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (Fifties and these twenties)

These George Washingtons make your bitch dance

Baby, can you just forgive me?

I been ridin' 'round with a fifty

I know that these niggas envy

So I don't **** with too many

Yeah, yeah, no kidding

I'm talkin' literally

Can you feel me?

I want all these people to hear me

Know the real me

They tryna kill me

I keep from Siri

I can't let a **** nigga near me

Hot cut the fan on

Man, you know, uh

Double O, lil' baby, lovin' no lady