Painting A Picture Lyrics

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Chapo, ayy, ayy

I be spittin' some shit that be off of the richter

They gave me a easel, I'm paintin' a picture

Like a Picasso, I'm up in the mixture

I don't really like it, but I'ma go getter

They focused on me cause they know I get money

I fucked up a few but that shit wasn't funny

I got the flu how my pocket got runny but back in the day weren't no food in my tummy

This is the story of how I got back to the trappin' and how I got focused on rapping

Asleep like a lot of these niggas that say they up but it's really they mouth that be flappin

How I had to go and get the fuck off of the mattress

I got myself back in the action

How I had to go and get me a Glock with a .30, I might get a drum to be matching

Pull up and shoot, call it steve nashin

Pull up and hoot, when fed get to dashing

Niggas be sayin' that I never rap about pain, but this is the pain I be having

When I get to bussin' it's only on defense

Ain't bout a dollar then probably bout three cents

Lotta these niggas be havin' that beef over nothin', if I'm in the beef then it's immense

I like to keep my shit cordial

If that shit ain't about money then it's for a dummy

I gotta stick to my morals

When you do fuck niggas crummy, then shit'll get crummy

I got a bitch that be keepin' my head on a swivel for a knowledge, go call me a junkie

I got the juice when I'm puttin' my dick in her tummy

That bitch start to call me sunny

I got a half and I made me a flip

Got off the Porch in the motherfuckin' fifth

I stepped in the crib, when my ass was a middle

But up in the 9th I had copped me a zip

My mother was broke cause she fucked up her job

We barely had food to eat up in the crib

That nigga she dating, I think we gon' rob

I ran in his pockets box and copped me a Vick

Fly as a bitch, I be rockin' that drip

Designer my jean and designer my kick

Remember the days I be pressed bout a bitch, but how I'm a trip about a bitch that ain't it

Moncler for the coat and Balmain for the fabric

I'm gettin' money but I ain't really have it

Niggas be focused on shit that ain't never bout them like the drip that put boost on they status

I like my vegetables, fuck like a rabbit

I eat the pussy, the rice and the cabbage

She talkin' greasy, I turn into a savage

She was a goody but now she a bad bitch

She like them trappin' niggas with that static, she like a trappin' nigga with a patek

Woah lil' bro, I think I need a patek

If she gon' give the pussy, automatic

I'm bein' real, I really don't need it

All of my Maryland bitches gon' eat it

I'm in the mirror, they call me conceited

They look in mirrors like they been defeated

Get to the top, I can exceed it

You can achieve it if you can believe it

I'm talkin' bag droppin' at the Neiman's

Go Mike Jack, fuck niggas beat it

I got the juice like the Energizer

My niggas done got me charged the fuck up

She said that she love me, I mesmerize her

I put it too far, I got her stuck up

I rock on the beat like a synthesizer

My niggas come through this bitch like an assembly

Broke do lobotomy just for your memory

He use the chopper to fix up your symmetry

One of my niggas is down in the cemetery

R.I.P. tosin' niggas ain't know

My niggas was fake as a bitch and aint tell a G

When you when you act real, that shit is gon' show

If I'm in the whip with you know that we riding If I got the Glock, I bet it's gon' blow

That's why in the streets, I been really

Deciding niggas, I keep around me gon' go

Ayy

Big Chapo nigga

You already know what the fuck goin' on

Gang, gang, gang, gang