Picture Me Rollin - Soup Flame, Lucky Luciano

I remember the time I sit around wondering who I was

Nowadays I still do the same

Okay, wondering if she is the one

However, she don’t fuck with broke niggas

So I press on, keeping it going on

I’m moving on, I’m moving on

Broke days, relying on payday

Get the check, then get a tat right by my face

92, get the clue

Boo hoo, I’d changed, I’m tired of being a lame

I’m a savage with a good soul

Offer more than I accept aye

Sometimes I wish things would change

On the path to achieve happiness

Old school rap, always a fan of it

I can’t listen to myself speak in rhymes, about the tide dye to pour in my eyes

It’s a meaning, now I’m leaving

I’m taking a year off, to come back harder

That’s my theme song, to dream on

Wait till the days when I rap like a smooth wave

I’m nonchalant with my voice, cause I ain’t no joke

I’m not lying when I say I be on my own

Hoping one day, my pockets will grow

Whoa, I don’t be on no mumble shit

I can’t ride with thotties, so just give me a sloppy

Then kick out the door, I will never be your poppy

Lucky, when I’m this old

18 years of fighting on my own

I met my clone, back home

Had to show em the indication I’m not a lover

No more, I’m a powerful spirit

If anyone tries to get to my head, then I’m gonna be upset

Offset, like Yeezy off the meds

I was told I am crazy for praising the dark lords

Now I’m a soloist, re-writing a new song

Call my phone, cause you a sad man

You can’t be apart of my clan, you was never placed last, damn

No one cares about you, but who cares about the news

I suppose you the guy when you come by

Smoking through the pain, nothing ever changed

But my mindset, my heart still boils

When the pope, fetch me the rope

Niggas on their knees, just to please

A figure, of imagination

Let’s talk about it, looking like you lost your mind fam

Got damn, I can go on and on

About why the people is so fucking dumb

Knowledge is power, and the money will overcome it

Don’t believe me, just watch the crew

Of the new school, then turn it back to the 90s

80s, if you want a fresh start

70s, during the times of rollerskates in the drive-by

Broke days, relying on payday

Get the check, then get a tat right by my face

92, get the clue

Boo hoo, I’d changed, I’m tired of being a lame

I’m a savage with a good soul

Offer more than I accept aye