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hotboii - picture this lyrics

[intro]
(uno got the streets goin’ crazy)
(thanks, yakree)
(slayer)

[verse 1]
no, i cannot be fake with you
i can’t even lie, this sh+t’ll never be what it was
i be talkin’ ’bout you ain’t reach out when you made it, did you?
see, i’m on my way and now you reachin’ out for what?
where the f+ck where you?
blood shedded, can’t be what it was
the f+ck is up with you?
them rug+heads go get it out the mud
no, i don’t do no lovin’, filled up my heart with money
ain’t know that i could run it up like this so much
when i tell you i’m comin’, i’m comin’, no rush
when i failed you, know you wanna go thug somewhere else
i got shows now, like giannis, i’m comin’ for the bucks
get the backend, no backend, we park front of the club
[chorus]
ain’t picture this, it was ‘posed to be different (yeah, yeah, yeah)
but i ain’t trippin’, ain’t runnin’ from sh+t (no, no, no)
i’m ready for whatever come with it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
to raise my son is a wonderful feeling (yeah, yeah, yeah)
when i ask you somethin’, give your honest opinion (give me your honest opinion)
ain’t go to school, i had f+cked+up attendance
even though i got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (fifties and these twenties)
these george washingtons make your b+tch dance

[verse 2]
said i’m ready for whatever come with this life
i’m surrounded by steppers, it ain’t really no price
i ain’t talkin’ seven hundred, they gon’ hit it on sight
let a n+gga run up on me, he gon’ feel the four+five
.223, .556, 7.62 (yeah)
could never beef ’bout a b+tch, i got big loot (yeah)
thought i missed you, no, i just got my wrist frozed up
these n+ggas tissue and wonder why i’m sh+ttin’ on them
fell in love with cougars, man, they keep it so real
i spit these rhymes with no mask on, that’s why they so ill
if i ain’t did it, when i rap, in my song, you won’t hear
i keep it real with all my fans, can’t name a dream i sold them

[chorus]
ain’t picture this, it was ‘posed to be different (yeah, yeah, yeah)
but i ain’t trippin’, ain’t runnin’ from sh+t (no, no, no)
i’m ready for whatever come with it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
to raise my son is a wonderful feeling (yeah, yeah, yeah)
when i ask you somethin’, give your honest opinion (give me your honest opinion)
ain’t go to school, i had f+cked+up attendance
even though i got blue hundreds, fifties, and these twenties (fifties and these twenties)
these george washingtons make your b+tch dance
[outro]
baby, can you just forgive me?
i been ridin’ ’round with a fifty
i know that these n+ggas envy
so i don’t f+ck with too many
yeah, yeah, no kidding
i’m talkin’ literally
can you feel me?
i want all these people to hear me
know the real me
they tryna k!ll me
i keep from siri
i can’t let a f+ck n+gga near me
hot cut the fan on
man, you know, uh
double o, lil’ baby, lovin’ no lady

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