PicassosAchilles Lyrics

Fuck is, Santiago

Lock in soldier. Stay frosty

Fuck is, Santiago

Let me tell you the truth, nigga

There's a lot of these niggas acting different, but these niggas is all clones

These niggas is all clones. These niggas ain't the same

Me and my niggas, man, we been putting in that pain

I swear to God, nigga, look at the puddles, look at the rain

Look at the shit that we gained. Look at the shit that we did

My niggas looking strange. I just been big pills. My niggas ain't lame

I done took a lot of shit, and I can't even get a game

I remember my mama told me, boy, don't act stupid

Little nigga playing dumb loops, you'll get looped, and it's stupid

We're in a stupid land, little bitch. I'm high as fuck. I can't lie

What the fuck I would do without you, baby? I might just cry

And I told God, I told my love that I love her to death

And I love her right to death. Matter of fact, let me take my breath

Matter of fact, let me take my sip. You know you talk a lot of shit

It wasn't the same when you told me that little script

That little script that you had tore it into fucking pieces

Matter of fact, I miss my little Reese's Pieces

She was sweet like peanut butter, baby, I ain't sweetin'

Sweetin' round this conversation, bitch, I'm really geekin'

Geekin' off these pills, man, I still reach for reasons

Shout out to my old self, cause that nigga was geekin'

He knew where he was at

He knew what he did

I'm still rappin' for real. So, bitch, get this script

So, bitch, get a real grip on this shit

I'm talkin' my little shit, so you hear this little shit

I spit shit like a asshole. Niggas don't even know how to get that cash flow

My cash flow come around just like an asshole

I pray that for the shit. I pray for this shit

Feel like meek gettin' this bitch. I'ma get my little shit

Dreams and nightmares came around. These niggas came around with all them guns and them frowns

But I still stand ten toes on my ground

I ain't never ran. I never ran from a nigga

So, who the fuck I'ma talk about? Who the trigger

Who you really didn't meet, nigga? It's Big Y

Talkin' my shit, niggas ready to sit down and just fuckin' cry

We still makin' money moves. I hope my brother know that I love him to death

And I wish that he'd grow. This ain't no money competition

Little bitch, this competition for who the greatest

Little bitch, don't be mistaken. Little bitch, get your plate in and make sure that it's taken

You know what I'm sayin'

You know what I'm talkin' about. Little bitch, stop playin'

You got some good persuasion

Damn, I had to take a breath

You say, you say you got some good persuasion

Little bitch, don't play with me

But don't play with me, cause my niggas ain't around

We all around for the guns now, but these niggas all the time

These niggas like to talk a lot, but my niggas the shit

We like to just watchin' this bitch with the shit

I remember my niggas still crip. Like, where the fuck we at

Matter of fact, I'ma get this plate, and I'ma make sure that we make it

If I gotta do it by myself, then fuck it, I will do it

If I gotta learn this shit, then fuck it, nigga, I'ma do it

If I gotta kill a nigga, then fuck it, nigga, let's do it

If I gotta rob a bitch, then fuck it, nigga, let's do it

If I gotta take that pill, then fuck it, nigga, let's do it

If I gotta fuck this bitch, I'm like, fuck it, nigga, let's screw it

Let's get this shit together. Matter of fact, let's get this rent in

Rent came in, and niggas talkin' bout some big bills

I rapped the whole beat one time. I don't give a fuck what nobody else do

I don't give a fuck what nobody said. Rappin' to my fuckin' brothers, couldn't I leave them dead

I've been frustrated for so long, nigga, you can't understand

Niggas talkin' to me, but I see niggas like Japanese

Breakin' niggas like Japanese. Make them motherfuckers lemon squeeze

Rappin' a lil' nigga way too fast, lil' bitch, you know what I mean

I ain't lyrical in this bitch, make your soul hear this shit

I ain't lyrical in this shit, but I'll still read that script

Had to take the whole script, and then I need it. Matter of fact, I'm still readin'

Lil' bitch got the chains on, I'm lookin' like fuckin' Black Jesus

Make a bitch worship me like I'm Black Jesus

I ain't fuckin' screamin', nigga, I ain't really screamin'

Matter of fact, I'm still screamin'

Them pistols still poppin', niggas still pills poppin', nigga

Bitches still droppin', matter of fact, I'm still talkin', huh

Still talkin', huh

Where the fuck I'm goin' at? Where the fuck I'm goin' at

Where the fuck I'm goin' at

Lookin' up and lookin' down, I wanna make my mama proud

Lookin' up, lookin' down, I'ma make these hoes laugh

Man, when I got this shit, I'ma make sure I get this cash

When I rap really fast, I'll make these niggas pass

Make these demons go away quick

Had to take all them pills, had to make sure it's real

Matter of fact, don't squeal

Don't squeal, cause it get ugly

Matter of fact, don't look at me with all them clothes

You look like a junkie, but I'm a junkie off some real shit

Real shit get real quick

Life hit me so hard, I had to change shit

Life hit me so hard, had to grow up real quick

Make my mama mad, but she know I'm still a good kid, huh

And I made my mama mad, but she know I'm still a good kid

I'm lost in the hood and shit like Red Hood

And this bitch, I'm still tryin' to find my little way

I still got my niggas, we know we been straight

We damn straight in this crib

So who the fuck really gettin' paid

I know these niggas lame

I know these niggas some hoes

Matter of fact, fuck them niggas, they ain't my bros

I'm still with my niggas, we skating every fuckin' day

On this grind shit like a Mary Kay

We still smokin' on Jane

Who the fuck wanna talk about me

them niggas don't know my pain