Pictures In The Room Lyrics

Pictures in the Room

Closet look like Basquiat

I just bought the drop

Swerving in and out the lot

Niggas don't say much

They just talk a lot

I'm like season tickets

Every year, I buy the block

I'm-getting head while I drive

I just call her Mop

Old bitch? I cut off her man

This the chopping block

Bitches see me out

And be like, "Cam, let's take a picture"

Girl, you got me fucked up

I'm not fighting no niggas

If I get involved, we in a brawl

Or he a swisher

Medallions with his picture

With his niggas

Saying they miss him

10 Toes, even when I was broke

I stood on bidness

Crashing out over some young hoes?

Y'all niggas trippin'

Focused on self and made some wealth

Y'all niggas slippin'

No visor

But I had the vision like it's AR

I hate y'all!

Never seen you niggas on my radar

Who made y'all?

Praying that one day I will replace y'all

Pictures in the room

Closet looking Da Vinci

Design the shit myself

Not one piece say Amiri

Niggas fearing God

I got 'em shook when they see me

Shit won't count, if I lose the bout

It's like it's GT

Bitch, I'm a vibe

You see those guys?

They look creepy

Hate- in their eyes

Tryna deny, they wanna be me

Quiet as kept, my word is bond

I never broke it

Started with a deck

And then I flexed

And got some motion

Pictures in the Room

Closet look like Basquiat

I just bought the drop

Swerving in and out the lot

Niggas don't say much

They just talk a lot

I'm like season tickets

Every year, I buy the block

I'm-getting head while I drive

I just call her Mop

Old bitch? I cut off her man

This the chopping block

Bitches see me out

And be like, "Cam, let's take a picture"

Girl, you got me fucked up

I'm not fighting no niggas

I'm still lighting up and spliffin'

Still posted on the block

With them woes and them killers

Still in the lab, I'm making beats like I'm Dilla

Man I do this shit for y'all

It's R.I.P my nigga Pilla

R.I.P Mo

R.I.P my nigga Steve…

All my friends dope

It got me rolling up this weed

I'm burning down that whole rainforest 'fore I leave

It's all war games

I'm running up that score before I peace

Fuck a beach!

My life is like the Everglades

Had hella ways

Moving through the swamp

And now it's better days

Pictures in the room

Hallways got Kandinsky's

Closet full of Roth's and A.K's

If you diss me…

Yo girl pull up

And we gon' fuck

And she won't kiss me

That's cool

'Cuz I'mma keep it Rollin' like I'm Nipsey

Paid one '60' for the sauce and now I'm drippy

Like Dali and I never been to Bali, y'all trippin'

Y'all weird…

Pictures in the Room

Closet look like Basquiat

I just bought the drop

Swerving in and out the lot

Niggas don't say much

They just talk a lot…