Pictures in a Frame

All I have is this picture in a frame

All I have is this picture in a frame

My album charted, man, them four hours on

But I'm back on my grind like recording is long, 'cause

They don't wanna let me through the doors like Jehovah witness

So I'm back sellin' roar on the road to riches

I just made six figures off a stream

Still dealin' with the fiends 'cause I got bigger dreams, uh

Feelin' like John Gotti, I'm the last mo

No Amy, so I'm out here, man

He cockin' star dogs

Say my **** Rebel, I don't take trips

I looked in the mirror, gettin' followed by like eight whips

I did a U-turn so the cars U-ied too

Now I'm scared, thinkin' to myself, what shall I do?

So hard that married trap stars don't wanna roll with me

Back on the strip with the crabs but it's lone

Biggie Scraps told me, make sure that you don't re-up

All I do is trap, I don't know how to put my feet up

So I went to check my bedroom

When I left I saw a fed put down his coffee and start his engine

Now I'm thinkin', fuck, I can't even trap

They won't let me do shows, a **** can't even rap

Plus I got these fools tryin' to diss me on a track

But we'll see what happens, all these haters wishin' I get clapped

I should fly out but I just wanna get this dough

I keep hurtin' girls I care about, wish they'd let me go

So let me tell you life without trappin's goin'

Sittin' on the block, watchin' all them other trappers goin'

Thinkin' I could make a quick hundred K

Even though I'd probably waste it on a watch and another chain

Would be rich if it weren't for them times I lost bread

I was playin' Fifa, Pebs called me, said that Kurupts dead

Now what shall I do, I'm used to movin' keys in the city

Goin' crazy, I need to be busy

So I wait and clash, go to see Flanders

Thinkin' I could take this over, they ain't even got no cameras

You wouldn't that a good sign

At the same time I was on the charge tryin' to bill a dotted line

Then I got nicked on the mains with a fiend wish

I was like them other rappers rappin' the scene

**** think I'm rich but it ain't what it seams

Yeah, I got dough but I got eight figure dreams

My chicks actin' up, that's the last of my problems

Carl and Annie got reminded in Scotland

Me and FG caught a plane every mornin'

To go call, I should be on stage, and we tourin'

I'm goin' back to jail is what I thought at my trial

But this case, we had aces in the court lighting it down

I swear, darling, I need a new lane

The plug ain't my friend, I'm still at the bottom of the food chain

Still can't get support from the radio

But that don't phase me though, as long as I'm makin' dough

So I started thinkin' of a master plan

Jam back in the rentals game, I call to Shane

And these days I spend the most of 'em

But that don't make sense 'cause I know the plug

I weighin' candy for jello, straight facts

You'd think I was tryin' to fuck up my spine

Tryin' to get that stream back, uh

Came home gassed, givin' change to my favorite me

Might change the shit from ice to flavor city

So holler if you need an ounce, bro

But to leave my work, his number in the outro

Eight-seven-nine-six-four-three-eight-seven-two-double O

Leave that message after the tone

Alright, mate, turned up to spits and all that

Holler back