Picc UP Game

They buried my young nigga today
Mane that shit broke my heart
(Yea)
Mane they swear this life get kinda crazy
Leave the weak torn apart
And I swear love the game
But a nigga hate this shit
And I swear they wanna see me fall
But I just made a grip
And the consequences got me sick as fucc
I'm losing Patience quicc
Make you fall in love with the money
Then try to kill you off just for making it
SHIT
I don't fight the hoe
I just replace the bitch
In them space-a-ships
Out the base a ment

I said the sky is the limit
I was riding smoking killa
Screaming out fucc the police to
I'ma ride for my figures
I'ma die for my niggas
Tell them haters I just copped a new coupe

But fucc who really giving a fucc
Hope them people don't come knocc on my door
I'm having nightmares I'm dreaming I'm sitting in court
They got my life on a rope
Got damn here we go again
Still the same thing
Profiting big from our sins
Stacc and maintain
M.E.R.C
Make everything rain change
They gon say if ain't did nothing
I came down clean
(shit)
I had inspired the youth
In every corner of the nation
Probably pulled up in your projects to copped me a vicc
In a foreign had them young niggas thinking bout getting rich
I swear its the little things
Young nigga keep the change
Cuz my diamonds they glist
Stacc up your paper don't fall for the slip
Yea cuz them people want ya head
Yea wanna see you slave or dead
So just keep your head ahead
And your people for the bread
I seen pies in the kitchen
I lived live off a ism
I was biggie smalls give me up the loot
(Yea) (yea)
But my mind and decisions
Was designed from the beginning
Make a young nigga mad enough to shoot

I said the sky is the limit
I was riding smoking killa
Screaming out fucc the police to
I'ma ride for my figures
I'ma die for my niggas
Tell them haters I just copped a new coupe

And fucc the police to
I said you niggas know what it do
We been ballin for a minute
And we ain't no where near finished



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Writer(s): Justin Patterson
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