Top Songs By Bless Picasso
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bless Picasso
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Bullock
Songwriter
Nathaniel Wilson
Songwriter
Demond Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Oh No
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, y'all know what it is, man
Bless Picasso
The ferocious KGR
You know what it do
(Uh) Whole world goin' crazy (Crazy)
Violence in Haiti to the dried-up Euphrates
When they say peace to safety, people pushin' daisies (Daisies)
Vaccinated, givin' birth to black-eyed babies (For real)
Beginnin' of sorrow's clearly what we livin' in
Blood-red rivers and lakes with nutn swimmin' in
Brick currency dollar cash gon' business men (Business men)
Skinny and thin ****, whole body diminishin'
Fuel for the beasts, two degrees, gangs rule the streets
What I foresee's a whole lotta eulogies
Carnage and cruelty, **** killin' for food to eat
As villains willin' they broke inside the zoo to feast
Military teams sweep a whole buildin' clean (Clean)
Faced with them guillotines, **** gon' spill the beans (Uh)
Don't even think that you can split the scene
Your grip is mean, stretched from the strips (Yeah) in Queens to the Phillipines
Still be on go time, still be on G missions (Huh)
Still got the dope in the kitchen, boy, remixin' (Whip)
Used to fiends standin' at the back window, teeth missin' (Uh-huh)
Now, it's G-Wagens with the AMG deep dishes
(Talk to these ****, king) Yeah, look
Million-dollar trap phone (Yeah)
The Lamborghini truck wrapped chrome (Vroom)
The Devil's reject—boy, I'm back in that zone (Uh-huh)
Put him in a wheelchair forever; shot his backbone (Boom boom boom boom)
Look (Yeah)
My OG got more time than Taxstone (For real)
Was sellin' white squares; they were black-owned (Uh-huh)
The sawed-off Mossberg long as a calf bone (Blaow)
Built a new crib and traded brick for the black stone (Woo)
The sixteenth letter, no guy fresher (Uh-huh)
The pie-stretcher and Pyrex couldn't measure the weight
Versace plates with the gold trim (Mm)
A skull fractured by some old Timbs; broke in spots and stole gems
Sold 'em on the block, not the pawn shop (What we talkin' 'bout?)
850 with roof chop; sold bud out a shoebox
A new watch; I set it on European time
Only chat about the cash; all else is TMI
What I fly: American, first class, no Sheraton
SKYE Suites mixin' rose with the peach; that's the regiment
In Maryland, I'm watchin' 'em box right by the harbor (Mm)
Starter hat flipped to the back; they tried to starve us (Right)
Live from The Carter where Pookie died
Really ain't nobody else to blame; it's you and I—it's truth and lies
Picture this clear: my credit is limitless (That's real)
The cemetary's passin' out memberships
Fish and chips sold by your momma to bury you
My city ain't a joke at night in daylight it's scary too—you hear me? Boo!
The .45 in the Woolrich
I woke up on Easter to rob the preacher in the pulpit—gone!
When I seen the armed men come in, you know, it was specifically for me. Um, it was specifically for me and when I see them come into the sanctuary with their guns, I told everybody, "Get out. Everybody just get out."
Written by: Demond Price, Jeremy Bullock, Nathaniel Wilson
