Picture This - Kush

Cancer

I feel like a juggernaut

Look

Everything ain’t nice in the trap

(No it ain’t)

My brudda i want it all

(Gimme that)

Look

Everything ain’t nice in the trap

My niggas sittin down cus of crack

Just go mad kickin doors and banging flats

My lil niggas in the can, Murder niggas

Can’t forget my bruddas and that’s fact

And on my life i wan them back

I said trap trap trap i reload all these packs for these cats

Been getting money from him and shaq

Had these plats

I took L’s no cap, flat on my face

I stayed at home cus i never had no money for my tank

But now i stack get that money right

I feel like a juggernaut

And anything you got you know my brudda that i want it all

Early bird gets the worm and I’m 24 that’s a bummy rule

My brudda needed help and I’m ther man i bring the swords

And i had to understand the niggas tryna gt his cheddar right

Im sleeping in the bando no lights just a candle light

No bruddas but my knife, myself and i round the town on my pedal bike

Picture this, picture that, the perfect picture

She tell me how I’m living painting picture in a different life

I spark a loud and i hit this flight

Flight to the cloud in my zone when i clear my mind

Look

I clear my mind i need that loud

I smoke an opp pack

The cali

The skittles all the scots acc

Head busting onc back

Dont deal with no wrong back

Loyal don’t you mean fam shout gang gang ill sqeeze man

I know that my bros got it when he’s moving weird

Hes on some Bob Lee swag and no magician hell make you disappear

One life so you can’t reappear

You better live your life wise i move wise i breath a different air

And if you grab the dots you better wear the flare

If i wear the skinny jeans i got a long coat i shove it under there

Im never lacking

Never scared

Ill happily get it cracking (Always)

I feel like Mika 1 2s then ill slap it (1 2)

Up the double wrapping throwing package perkin off the trapping

Got my niggas chatting always yapping focus on the wrapping

But I’m fully spazzin, never cappin, always on the mad ting (huh)

My younger niggas active they loaded up and clapping (BOW)

Got my rambzy in the kitchen

Lewis Hamilton when its slappin

Mr Bean don’t know what happened

Watch him pablo when I’m trapping

Merry pop can you imagine scales and jiggys get them cash in

What i do to get them racks in

I can see them pattys nappin

And i had to understand the niggas tryna get his cheddar right

Im sleeping in the bando no lights just a candle light

No bruddas but my knife, myself and i round the town on my pedal bike

Picture this, picture that, the perfect picture

She tell me how I’m living painting picture in a different life

I spark a loud and i hit this flight

Flight to the cloud in my zone when i clear my mind