Hotboii - Picture This lyrics

(Uno got the streets goin' crazy)
(Thanks, Yakree, Slayer)

Ain't picture this
It was 'posed to be different
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I ain't trippin', ain't runnin' from shit
(No, no, no)
I'm ready for whatever come with it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
To raise my son is a wonderful feeling
(yeah, yeah, yeah) when I ask you somethin'
Give your honest opinion
(Give me your honest opinion)
Ain't go to school
I had fucked-up attendance
Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties
And these twenties
(Fifties and these twenties)
These George Washingtons make
Your bitch dance

No, I cannot be fake with you
I can't even lie
This shit'll never be what it was
I be talkin' 'bout you ain't reach
Out when you made it, did you?
See, I'm on my way and now
You reachin' out for what?
Where the fuck where you?
Blood shedded, can't be what it was
The fuck is up with you?
Them rug heads go get it out the mud
No, I don't do no lovin'
Filled up my heart with money
Ain't know that I could run it
Up like this so much
When I tell you I'm comin', I'm comin'
No rush when I failed you
Know you wanna go thug somewhere else
I got shows now, like Giannis
I'm comin' for the bucks
Get the backend, no backend
We park front of the club

Ain't picture this
It was 'posed to be different
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I ain't trippin', ain't runnin' from shit
(No, no, no)
I'm ready for whatever come with it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
To raise my son is a wonderful feeling
(yeah, yeah, yeah) when I ask you somethin'
Give your honest opinion
(Give me your honest opinion)
Ain't go to school
I had fucked-up attendance
Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties
And these twenties
(Fifties and these twenties)
These George Washingtons make
Your bitch dance

Said I'm ready for whatever
Come with this life
I'm surrounded by steppers
It ain't really no price
I ain't talkin' seven hundred
They gon' hit it on sight
Let a nigga run up on me
He gon' feel the four-five
223, 556, 762 (yeah)
Could never beef 'bout a bitch
I got big loot (yeah)
Thought I missed you, no
I just got my wrist frozed up
These niggas tissue and wonder why
I'm shittin' on them
Fell in love with cougars, man
They keep it so real
I spit these rhymes with no mask on
That's why they so ill
If I ain't did it, when I rap, in my song
You won't hear
I keep it real with all my fans
Can't name a dream I sold them

Ain't picture this
It was 'posed to be different
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
But I ain't trippin', ain't runnin' from shit
(No, no, no)
I'm ready for whatever come with it
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
To raise my son is a wonderful feeling
(yeah, yeah, yeah) when I ask you somethin'
Give your honest opinion
(Give me your honest opinion)
Ain't go to school
I had fucked-up attendance
Even though I got blue hundreds, fifties
And these twenties
(Fifties and these twenties)
These George Washingtons make
Your bitch dance

Baby, can you just forgive me?
I been ridin' 'round with a fifty
I know that these niggas envy
So I don't fuck with too many
Yeah, yeah, no kidding i'm talkin' literally
Can you feel me?
I want all these people to hear me
Know the real me they tryna kill me
I keep from Siri
I can't let a fuck nigga near me
Hot cut the fan on man, you know, uh
Double O, lil' baby, lovin' no lady