Bet you couldn't picture this
Bet you couldn't picture this
Bet you couldn't picture this
Niggas they mad 'cause they Pitcher Miss
I don't need no picture, my nigga, I did shit my self
I ran off with a bag and left in the mist
Stick to my self, never in the mix
Doubted on me, never pictured this
Can't even f*ck with my niggas they try to diss
They try to spin me like a disc
But they froze
His bitch be picking and choosing with me
But I guess that she chose
I don't have time for a thot
I'm too busy riding the roads
Vision so clear with the money in view
Hope my eyes don't corrode
Picture a house on the hill with no birds on your trail
F*ck you crows
New to the game
I can dust most these niggas who bigger than me
How that your bro?
He ain't helping you work
They taking your stash leaving you numb on your knees
If that's your bro, they wouldn't do that
They give you a their view to see where the food at (no, no)
Telling you this, I hope you know know
It won't turn your heart to snow snow
Cause it's cold in my heart, it be snowing
I ain't gon' let that stop me from glowing
You say that you love me
It's only the words your actions says it ain't showing
Death of my friend made me uneasy
Nobody said that life's easy
Need me that money so I can stay greedy
I just diamonds that flood on my neck with VV's
I want my songs to be on repeat
I'm too cold, I need to reheat
They ask how do you do it
I don't even know, but I gotta get to it
I gotta get to it
Get to this money and leave niggas clueless
'Cause I can't imagine being blueless
I can't imagine being blueless
I love my nigga Highkey
I love my nigga Prophet
I love my nigga Joey
I love my nigga MJ
I love my nigga A-Wood
We all tryna get to the goods
And niggas is mad cause they wish that they could,
If niggas could take our success they probably would
'Cause my bro's came a long way from trappin' in hoods
Bet you couldn't picture this
Niggas they mad 'cause they Pitcher Miss
I don't need no picture, my nigga, I did shit my self
I ran off wit' a bag and left in the mist
Stick to my self, never in the mix
Doubted on me, never pictured this
Can't even f*ck with my niggas they try to diss
They try to spin me like a disc
But they froze
His bitch be picking and choosing with me
But I guess that she chose
I don't have time for a thot
I'm too busy riding the roads
Vision so clear with the money in view
Hope my eyes don't corrode
Picture a house on the hill with no birds on your trail
F*ck you crows
F*ck you crows, crows
F*ck you crows