Sweet Maybes
Picaso Jetson
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Got A couple niggas in they 20s Riding round with 30 round clips on they 40 cals Shit get coo coo What would you do If you was in my projects Like Coo Coo Cal How does it feel to ya Get too real for ya No chill for ya Round ways my town On an all night flight Early mornings, later nights I'm enticed to this life Gotta get it out the ground Smoking on purple and sipping on pink Ice on promethazine I woke up on a hilltop This is far from a Dream I just hope I don't sink Go o.d. On that Better than ever Get good and make great How I Feel With This Cheese Get the cake Get the dollars An arc Made it rain, built a like Get A rake For estates Outta state Outta Place but In-line If you think I've been fine I been lying on problems Know people been dying Been crying but can't shed a tear in my mind I'm aligned to incline but I see certain signs Like D.Rose At His Prime MVP Just call me Don't pray on my downfall yet love what you see These the keys to my life Just Myself, I and Me Possibly Now I'm charged up The game need a fee The Lion Of Zion Yeah, Simba Is Me That's no lying Denying The heart of a beast Know He Art We gone feast Tell A real nigga "Preach" Keep it flipping like dolphins And to go Grizzly Ain't No Love In This Game But It's Loving In Me How Unique Of A Nigga Who Came From The Streets Used To Ride With .45's Now We Be Dodging The Heat Hit Hawaii or Dubai Off The Coast Of Cali Do Bali for A Month Stay and Don't Want To Leave Get Some Ink In Tokyo Prolly Go Get A Sleeve Ain't No Limits To Love But Be Loyal to T And What We Can Achieve Don't Decieve A Young Nigga I'm Not Too Friendly Seen Enough Growing Up Ain't Too Much Trust In Me But This Passion's Immortal It's Something I Bleed Bleed Bleed Don't Believe But I'm Loved Only God Can Judge Me Rather Be Judged By 12 Than 6 Be Carried So I Gotta Go Hard Go Far Goyards On My Bags Popping Tags I Always Had The Gift of Gab I'm popping tags Gotta get the bag Pop like swag Go hard on these poor whores Por favor I Go Hard I Hit Up Foreign Like It's Time To Get The S63 I Got The Chicken Catch Me Drenched In All This Fuccin Blue Cheese Refrigerated! Always Open See This Ice On Me New Freezer On You Geysers Smell Gelato 33 I'm A rasta, You imposter Head in pasta f*ck with me Bitch I'm A shotta, Real life mobster And that's really on the G! 100 Rounds Inside The Choppa Extra 50 with the beam I'm Hakeem Olajuwon Turn this bitch into a dream That rugee A do ya Give your ass a tumor Spread you on the Street Like A Mufuggin Rumor I Gotta provide for my boogers and pooters They keep me sane so I don't come do ya Just spent bout a rack on the fit Got your bitch like wow Cuz I'm lit If she digging the style might get hit I'll paint pictures all over her face and her tits It's Picaso head huncho, none other than it I'm so cold I just froze up my neck and my wrist You can call me anemic Red rubies and piss say I look like a chief They ask what tribe he in Tell them hoes NBH Never fold Never bend No pretend We stand tall 10 Toes firm With A grin On the grind for A Benz On A rise with them ends We gone ride til' the end I got family F*ck Friends
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Written by: Braxston Bradford, Joquan Rowsey
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