Picture Me Lyrics

Picture Me - Dave

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PICTURE ME LYRICS

Picture me, 23, a bag of sold out shows

I made it out of music, I took all my bros

And this merchandise is poppin, I sell all my clothes

And all these hoes are ghost, I got one real girl

Picture me, 23, I didn't chase my dreams

My mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beats

And now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2: 2 in finance

Eating pasta on my lunch break

While I'm scribbling my rhymes

And picture me, 17, in an all black suit

Laying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew

Giving half-heart apologies

For watching while they bottled me

Or running when they shot at me

You're next up if you prodigy, wait

I meant poke a G

Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice me

No face for the road, my G

Kill him in seven ways, lemon haze how I smoke a G

Name can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me Ps

Them boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistake

I'll come back with a shotty

And blow your lungs out your ribcage

Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't picture that

Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't ever think of that

Picture me with a baby mum

That didn't wanna see me blow

So she let my talent go to waste like Robinho

I've been involved, I've seen the roads

Where the good die young, and the bad get life

And the ugly is the ugly, but

Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham

Known for words in a sentence

I put verbs in a sentence

There's action in my letters

And I never compromise

Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style

Cos I got my own agendas, I got music all that matters

But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers?

What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers

Picture you, I don't know your picture can you paint it for me?

And can you take out all the man thats gonna taint it for me?

And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me?

Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me?

And if you can't, then don't worry g you got time

But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft

Cos, how you know you're going down the wrong road

If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path

But picture you talking loads about goals and riches

With a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitches

And a head filled with fast dreams

I talk to God like it's RE

About my picture cause I can't see

I'm at war with my mind

So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy

And I don't mind

Cause them man there all speakers like Parties

I'm conflicted on this mission

So I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame

Guys are on my case

It's like i wasn't dialling banks for some pay

While you was busy flicking shanks for a name

Or busy robbin' drugs, with a dipper

Or you could call me Scofield

Why? cause I got prison in my skin

But I won't ever have a prison in my picture

Listen to my scripture, Like teachers with teardrops

Principles a killer, all for the skrilla

But, It's not hard

It comes from within

So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling

And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a baller

You can be a king

Now you can work a 9 to 5 if it makes you smile at night

Money ain't a measure of success

Cause you can have a billion and dead

You can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress

So listen

I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?

And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking you

And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams

Forget the money brother, tell me what makes you you

Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick

What makes you smile, what makes you laugh

What makes you sick

Can you tell me why you're on this earth

Can you tell me why you're living

Is it in and out of prison

Are you tryna touch a nation?

Or are you tryna touch a paigon?

You get your picture, get to painting

Are you playing in a stadium?

Or are you sitting in a station?

You get your picture, get to painting

Are you the guy inside the hospital

That's praying that he makes it

Or working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save him

Are you buried in a grave?

For some pennies and a chain

A memory that fades

A picture you didn't paint

I bet them boys think I'm panicking

Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managing

Stop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassing

I never had these paigons, till my face was on this rapping ting

Now every other yute is on chatty ting

See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin

Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle it

I try so hard in my tracks to give a message

But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages

I swear you don't know pressure

Ask Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel Edmonds

Independent, no pressure

My whole team Nike'd out to the socks you should know better

A-levels, no pressure

And my ex just text me, she should know better

I can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand

It's time to paint your picture my brother

Now you can go get it