I could paint a pretty picture, a pigment, painted scriptures Of bitches eyes on ya riches Black tainted love in the mixtures uunh , it’s like Picasso in this bitch Female Pac up in this bitch Ill apocalypse ya shit rejoice in the thoughts of putting these bitches bodies in hearses my mission inbody ambition like Nazi ignition And body all curses, no Shottie in purses all because I keep a couple shooters that will straight John Goti your purpose These bitches ain’t real, they just real clown bitches I remember when they used to feel like real down bitches I’m from a city where respect don’t come from currency And I don’t wanna hear what you gonna do, what you done currently 15 left home to get my money right All I knew was hustle bitch, you see what my money like But I can still smell them potent broke memories but i Guess that’s how God Kept me grounded like "oh, remember these?" Now it’s just me and my nigga, I’m the Bonnie to his Clyde And I ride for my nigga, oh And all you snake ass, fake ass, hating ass, hoes Was just waiting for a bitch to blow just to pin point my pivotal pinnacles from my pitfalls,i pity yall, yall pittiful,I pity the fool that picked yall no question though, I be on that other shit Like fuck that hoe, I’m on a mission Joe You should too, if you knew What this game will do to you Look at all the bullshit I’ve been through Then think of all the bullshit I seen through No Biggy though, I’m on some real shit So really though, my mother need a new house Trying to put my brother through college so that shit yall talkin about I could give a fuck about.