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The beat box Turn the beat up a bit Turn me up Yeah Yeah Picture this Picture film Picture this, picture little old slim Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim They tryin' to work then I'm offering cash And these rappers don't turn up, why? 'Cause they got problems with the gang 'Cause Louis swears on my pedal that nothin' comes free There was a lot of long nights to get the phone lines mental No risk no reward Now my niggas flyin' brum We need sweets for the fours We don't do it for the fraud This is trap shit Yo it's forty bags for a brick, It's gettin' drastic Talkin' thirty bags in rubber bands, that's a sandwich I promise that the trap phones' never off (Never) I told the judge that I'll never stop (Ever) Looking there's no lookin' back My jeans cost a stack That's damier print on my belt and my bag I ain't lookin' for a help or a hand Just a spot outta town Couple pics and like two or three cats From like two or three grams Youngers tryin' to get rich If it ain't worth my time, then of course it's getting ripped If she's comin' to the crib, then of course she's getting dick This year I'm lookin' mortagages and shit And they talkin' 'bout the kid But I'm just keeping it real And I'm cuttin' through with Scarzy and he's keeping it still And the day I left jail, I said I'm never goin' back All that negative shit, that ain't ever in my plans I'm gone Picture this Picture little old Slim Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like) They tryin' to work then i'm offering cash (racks) And these rappers don't turn up, why? 'Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang) Picture this Picture little old Slim Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like) They tryin' to work then i'm offering cash (racks) And these rappers don't turn up, why? 'Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang) All of that negative shit, that just kept a nigga goin' Forty one what I'm rollin' Yeah, it's keys that I'm dodgin' Watch out for the people always watchin' your pocket And the ones who never cared when you were poppin' My G this is hood shit Growin' up my teacher probably said I was a good kid But look at what the hood did Yo I fell in love with the pirates and the jauggin' And death said you gotta make time for these bookings But yo just look here Dizzy's copyin' matix like a Taliban And last week the budge came from Pakistan I put the truth in the booth and a thousand on some shoes And nowadays these girls are always mad at man (And why's that?) 'Cause I don't love 'em but they love me I tell 'em fuck girls love country I swear these niggas lookin' like some junkies The roads is getting cold and that track needs jump leads Look I'm callin' that a fuckery I'm gone Picture this Picture little old Slim Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like) They tryin' to work then i'm offering cash (racks) And these rappers don't turn up, why? 'Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang) Picture this Picture little old Slim Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim (like) They tryin' to work then i'm offering cash (racks) And these rappers don't turn up, why? 'Cause they got problems with the gang (with the gang)