Painting Pictures

It's a lovely night, it's uh, 11, 11:30, Thursday, shit, this is probably my last project, check it

Painting vivid pictures of back when I was a kid, growing up, all I knew was Rob skimp, or pimp

Put in a little work in, and it got me dividends, uncle put me on, said a bitch gon' be a bitch

Never trust a hoe, cause she fucking with that clique, and if shit goes south, boy, you better plead that fifth

Niggas turn around, and niggas gon' switch, but before you leave that house, boy, you better grip that stick

And if niggas have some shots, you better hope they miss, never feel safe, cause that's when you gon' slip

It's the rules to the street, bitch, this the life we live, just stacking up my wealth, gotta do it for my kids

Everyday I grow, but I still feel like shit, and I'm tired of fighting demons, so I start to smoke a zip

Rolling up an ounce, and sparking up that spliff, take it to the face, and I start to take a trip

Thinking bout all that shit I seen growing up, so much on my mind, I just keep on pouring up