Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Picture This , by - Polo G. Release date: 06.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Picture This |
| Ain’t give a fuck about nothin', in the slums takin' risks |
| Remember we was starvin', we was lurkin' for a lick |
| Now I’m on my way to stardom, hoes stoppin' me for pics |
| Park the Benz in Calabasas, yeah, a young nigga rich |
| Already got 'em mad, and I’m 'bout to make 'em sick |
| Flex so much 'cause I ain’t never had shit |
| And the road we was takin', we ain’t really think this lifestyle exist |
| Man, I swear that I ain’t never picture this |
| Killing our community to eat, heroin serving |
| We got out that jam and then the hot car started swerving |
| Went from the backseat of the Tahoe, now we pull up in Suburbans |
| Can’t fix my broken heart, I need way more than a surgeon |
| Life had knocked me down and then that savage started merging |
| Had to tell myself, nigga, go take it, you deserve it |
| Only know what I let 'em, this shit deeper than the surface |
| Too wrecked to open up, just put my pain up in these verses |
| Masked up, late night with the gang, going purging |
| Used to risk it all, tryna act like I wasn’t nervous |
| Had dreams to ball on that big stage like Kyrie Irving |
| Ran through two hundred thousand, I wasn’t thinkin', I was splurgin' |
| Ain’t give a fuck about nothin', in the slums takin' risks |
| Remember we was starvin', we was lurkin' for a lick |
| Now I’m on my way to stardom, hoes stoppin' me for pics |
| Park the Benz in Calabasas, yeah, a young nigga rich |
| Already got 'em mad, and I’m 'bout to make 'em sick |
| Flex so much 'cause I ain’t never had shit |
| And the road we was takin', we ain’t really think this lifestyle exist |
| Man, I swear that I ain’t never picture this |
| Where I’m from, niggas get a gun and feel invincible |
| Where I’m from, we go straight to guns and getting physical |
| Young kids dying, ain’t surprising, that shit typical |
| Act like he a demon 'til this .40 make him spirtual |
| Whole life changed, man, this shit feel like a miracle |
| These bitches love rappers, she gon' fuck me 'cause I’m lyrical |
| I’m the chosen one, I ain’t your average individual |
| Kind hearted kid, them trenches turned me to a criminal |
| Had to hold for mines when them times was gettin' critical |
| Eyes on the money, see the snakes in my peripheral |
| Anything can happen, man, this shit is unpredictable |
| Won’t fall out with my brothers 'cause the love is unconditional |
| Ain’t give a fuck about nothin', in the slums takin' risks |
| Remember we was starvin', we was lurkin' for a lick |
| Now I’m on my way to stardom, hoes stoppin' me for pics |
| Park the Benz in Calabasas, yeah, a young nigga rich |
| Already got 'em mad, and I’m 'bout to make 'em sick |
| Flex so much 'cause I ain’t never had shit |
| And the road we was takin', we ain’t really think this lifestyle exist |
| Man, I swear that I ain’t never picture this |