Picture This lyrics

[Intro]
(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Thanks, Yakree)
(Slayer)

[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 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 kill 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