Lyrics Picture This - Kush

Picture This

Cancer
I feel like a juggernaut
Look
Everything ain’t nice in the trap
(No it ain’t)
My brudda i want it all
(Gimme that)
Look
Everything ain’t nice in the trap
My niggas sittin down cus of crack
Just go mad kickin doors and banging flats
My lil niggas in the can, Murder niggas
Can’t forget my bruddas and that’s fact
And on my life i wan them back
I said trap trap trap i reload all these packs for these cats
Been getting money from him and shaq
Had these plats
I took L’s no cap, flat on my face
I stayed at home cus i never had no money for my tank
But now i stack get that money right
I feel like a juggernaut
And anything you got you know my brudda that i want it all
Early bird gets the worm and I’m 24 that’s a bummy rule
My brudda needed help and I’m ther man i bring the swords
And i had to understand the niggas tryna gt his cheddar right
Im sleeping in the bando no lights just a candle light
No bruddas but my knife, myself and i round the town on my pedal bike
Picture this, picture that, the perfect picture
She tell me how I’m living painting picture in a different life
I spark a loud and i hit this flight
Flight to the cloud in my zone when i clear my mind
Look
I clear my mind i need that loud
I smoke an opp pack
The cali
The skittles all the scots acc
Head busting onc back
Dont deal with no wrong back
Loyal don’t you mean fam shout gang gang ill sqeeze man
I know that my bros got it when he’s moving weird
Hes on some Bob Lee swag and no magician hell make you disappear
One life so you can’t reappear
You better live your life wise i move wise i breath a different air
And if you grab the dots you better wear the flare
If i wear the skinny jeans i got a long coat i shove it under there
Im never lacking
Never scared
Ill happily get it cracking (Always)
I feel like Mika 1 2s then ill slap it (1 2)
Up the double wrapping throwing package perkin off the trapping
Got my niggas chatting always yapping focus on the wrapping
But I’m fully spazzin, never cappin, always on the mad ting (huh)
My younger niggas active they loaded up and clapping (BOW)
Got my rambzy in the kitchen
Lewis Hamilton when its slappin
Mr Bean don’t know what happened
Watch him pablo when I’m trapping
Merry pop can you imagine scales and jiggys get them cash in
What i do to get them racks in
I can see them pattys nappin
And i had to understand the niggas tryna get his cheddar right
Im sleeping in the bando no lights just a candle light
No bruddas but my knife, myself and i round the town on my pedal bike
Picture this, picture that, the perfect picture
She tell me how I’m living painting picture in a different life
I spark a loud and i hit this flight
Flight to the cloud in my zone when i clear my mind