i could paint a pretty picture of pigment of painted scriptures of bitches eyes on your riches black tainted love in them mixtures ah it s like picasso in this bitch female pac up in this bitch i ll apocalypse your shit rejoicing the thoughts of putting these bitches bodies in hearses my mission embody ambition like nazi ignition and body all curses no shawty s in purses cause i keep a couple shooters that will straight john gotti your purpose these bitches ain t real they just real clown bitches i remember when they used to feel like real down bitches i m from a city where respect don t come from currency and i don t wanna hear what you gonna do what you done currently 15 left home to get my money right all i knew was hustle bitch you see what my money like but i can still smell em potent broke memories guess that s how god kept me grounded like oh remember these now it s just me and my nigga i m the bonnie to his clyde and i ride for my nigga oh and all you snake ass fake ass hating ass hoes was just waiting for a bitch to blow just to pin point my pivotal pinnacles from my pitfalls i pity y all y all pity fool i pity the fool that pic y all no question though i be on that other shit like fuck that ho i m on a mission joe you should too if you knew what this game will do to you look at all the bullshit i ve been through been picking through the bullshit i seen through no biggie though i m on some real shit so really though my mother need a new house trying to put my brother through college so that shit y all talk about i could give a fuck about it