Lyrics:
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
but picture me a third ward nigga ballin'
a house on the lake and one on the hill
imagine in a ferrari worth millions in dollar bills
if the game
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
Painting vivid pictures, mental Mona Lisa
But your shit ain't even on my radar
Probably basic, couldn't give me like 8 bars, ooo
I'm Brutus you're Julius
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
killas and realas, drug dealers and killers, fuck it
No Limit soldiers, close your eyes
Now picture me foldin dollar bills
I stay fuckin Tru, nigga fuck
and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand
back porch sipping coffee by da lake
Ward wake up let's get back to da trap
Ooh yeah clright
Don't Be Late Baby
Ooh yeah its clright
Don't Be Late
right
Someone's at my door, baby, who could it be?
Someone wants to score and get laid by the D-O-double G
Hey girl, what's your name? You wanna go
I come through with the humps, I thump the shit out your block
I'm on alert for the cops, be on alert wit' a cock
Spotted some hoes, tooted my horn
pass the mack and I ain't black
Picture that
The same nigga that'll die for you
When you fall get your back
It's me, drunk as can be,
In your bitch ass
Hearing holy holy holy coming out of the mouth
Of the four living creatures by His throne all around
Can you picture the scene this this is how it's going
(UHH UHH)
You can't forget us (NAH)
We the ones that's all live in the pictures (CHEESE)
Same hoes use to laugh at me in high school
They the ones
with me is just business (HA)
See I'm finna grab you rappers by the throat
I'm the hardest I think its time to let'em know (Let'em know)
I'm not your
wit' some killas
Slang crack to some dope fiends, ride wit' some drug dealers
Find me in 3rd ward pullin' all nightas
Keep a tech 9 cocked for any
Jamming Big Moe while we sipping on Barre
Knocking pictures off the wall
I want gold plaques on my wall
They hear us fore' they see us now they know
a picture of perfection and perceiving prophetic.
A second glance, break the trance
And I’m feeling pathetic
Stay awake, eat your greens
Everybody under
Praying
Day in , day out
Mind is locked up
Wanna break out
You can find me in a steak house
Take a picture with a wraith out
See I’m living by his grace
My
price being beat by Roman guards
But when he resurrected gave us life free of charge
Now me and my boys need to be in a psych ward
Cause we went crazy
nigga my sons, Chris Paul[00:48.47]You a whole bitch nigga, RuPaul[00:50.21]Mardi Gras took the top of the roof off[00:51.94]I can't Fuck the broad raw by
you need is a fix
Causing you harm but you don't give a shit
Damn, now your wife wants a divorce
Losing your rights to the kids all by force
Kicking you
like we were one
Sometimes I feel like I'm back in '21
Holdin' your hand
Singing Babe Ruth
I thought I knew
When you were telling me the truth
my beliefs[00:12.30]But I'm not scared of the unknown[00:15.62]In the unknown in the unknown[00:20.14]Ah ah[00:21.34]I would be your
to pursue
And talk about your star back
Tarkenton (21) can scramble some, too
But anyone can see my new celebrity is you
You need a pair to give an air
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