Painting Pictures
They gave Yung Money life
Gave Riko twelve
And Ray Ray seventeen
I heard the block was hot
Street Baby slipped
The feds had did a sweep
My life done been a nightmare
But I'm still most of these bitches dreams
Them blocks put me up twenty
But this rap shit here a different scene
Head shots make his body twitch
While you hear his mama scream
Loyalty over everything
Nothing else no in between
My best dawg had crossed me
This was years ago
But fuck it til this day
Bitch I'm still at his row
Treat these pussy niggaz like some slaves
And hang em by a rope
They cashed out on the price
That was on his head
But where his body go
Lil dawg we ain't the same
Just because we fuck the same hoe
Play with them bands like maestro
Making em walk a tight rope
Yea
This pain been killing me
Done seen it
Over and over and over
Like a trilogy
The chosen one
In every room I walk in
I'm the center piece
Got some young niggaz that's reckless
They commit all of my sins for me
Can't let none of my niggaz
Fall off dawg
Aw nah nah
Whatever you need I gotcha
Bitch we all gone ball
Yea we live by the law
And we gone die by the cost
My yungin' ran up them bands
And went and bust down his mouth
My nigga moved out the hood
And still got robbed in a loft
These niggaz'll buck at a bitch
But they gone die bout a boss
Aw yea this shit get diabolical
I stood on all my toes
I just hope they said they prayers
Before they yelled Geronimo
Gave Riko twelve
And Ray Ray seventeen
I heard the block was hot
Street Baby slipped
The feds had did a sweep
My life done been a nightmare
But I'm still most of these bitches dreams
Them blocks put me up twenty
But this rap shit here a different scene
Head shots make his body twitch
While you hear his mama scream
Loyalty over everything
Nothing else no in between
My best dawg had crossed me
This was years ago
But fuck it til this day
Bitch I'm still at his row
Treat these pussy niggaz like some slaves
And hang em by a rope
They cashed out on the price
That was on his head
But where his body go
Lil dawg we ain't the same
Just because we fuck the same hoe
Play with them bands like maestro
Making em walk a tight rope
Yea
This pain been killing me
Done seen it
Over and over and over
Like a trilogy
The chosen one
In every room I walk in
I'm the center piece
Got some young niggaz that's reckless
They commit all of my sins for me
Can't let none of my niggaz
Fall off dawg
Aw nah nah
Whatever you need I gotcha
Bitch we all gone ball
Yea we live by the law
And we gone die by the cost
My yungin' ran up them bands
And went and bust down his mouth
My nigga moved out the hood
And still got robbed in a loft
These niggaz'll buck at a bitch
But they gone die bout a boss
Aw yea this shit get diabolical
I stood on all my toes
I just hope they said they prayers
Before they yelled Geronimo
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Writer(s): Anthony Ak King
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