Picasso

I just might paint a Picasso (repeat)

I just might paint a Picasso

I paint that shit with my eyes closed

Know it gets lit when the blinds closed

Holding em hostage with blindfolds

I know they snitching, they been told

I know they wishing they did fold

Cause I’m always down, you know ten toes

Yet I always feel so resentful

This shit will fuck with ya mental

And ya do not know what I been through

Some say I got all this potential

So ya better act like ya been knew

Now I want all the essentials

These funds became so fundamental

It’s hidden and all confidential

Now I guess it’s time for my breakthrough

Stand Clear, I told these **** they mad weird

I pick up the gat and I go ham

I’m taking off shots and it don’t jam

I can’t give no one the game plan

Can’t treat all **** the same man

Know some of em feed off the hate and

That is the shit that I can’t stand

I am with alla the antics

I could be shook, but you won’t see me panic

I’m taking off, yea I run with the Bandits

Son I was fly before I ever landed

Planted some seeds surrounding the trees

The money too green, it’s falling like leaves

Said if you believe than you can achieve

It’s crazy this shit is not even a dream

I just might paint a Picasso

These haters be my art though

Always play the part, they just never play it smart though

So I know... that I...

I gotta paint me a Picasso

These haters be my art though

Always play the part, they just never play it smart though

It’s popped for em

I cannot show em no mercy

I can’t let nobody hurt me

I just been filling up Birkin’s

And shitting on whoever lurking

I gotta keep me a duffel bag

Stay away from the **** that’s always mad

Focused on what other people have

Bro mind ya neck and just get a bag

I lost it all, but I got it back

And I heard that my enemies mad at that

Hiding the place where I count at it

Cause these frauds be too wicked and watching that

Damn... they took my kindness for weakness

Peep this, reason I ain’t with the beefin’.. deepness

It ain’t that deep, you a weakling, Jesus

Now you exposing my secrets, beasting

Might kill you **** in sequence, genius

They on my back every season, leaching

It’s like they mad that I’m breathing, feening

I ain’t tryna ride no wave, getting way too paid

Hella lit these days, **** what you say?

Fuck up out my way, acting way too hard

Boy, ya nuts don’t hang. Damn

Don’t give a fuck bout the judgement

I came from nothing now I’m up to something

Straight out the Bronx, so ya know how I’m coming

Stacking my bread, every rack by the dozen

Straight to the bag, now the diamonds is flooded

Tried to play nice, but they pushing my buttons

They gon be tight when that hammer start bussin

If I let it go, bet these **** be running

I just might paint me a Picasso

These haters, these haters, just might be my art though

You know they, you know they always play the part bro

These stupid **** never seem play it smart though

I gotta paint me a Picasso

You know I always keep the 9” close

You sleepin’ on me, keep ya eyes closed