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EBKSoto - Painting Pictures Lyrics



EBKSoto - Painting Pictures Lyrics




It's a lovely night, it's uh, 11, 11:30, Thursday, shit, this is probably my last project, check it
Painting vivid pictures of back when I was a kid, growing up, all I knew was Rob skimp, or pimp
Put in a little work in, and it got me dividends, uncle put me on, said a bitch gon' be a bitch
Never trust a hoe, cause she f*cking with that clique, and if shit goes south, boy, you better plead that fifth

Niggas turn around, and niggas gon' switch, but before you leave that house, boy, you better grip that stick
And if niggas have some shots, you better hope they miss, never feel safe, cause that's when you gon' slip
It's the rules to the street, bitch, this the life we live, just stacking up my wealth, gotta do it for my kids
Everyday I grow, but I still feel like shit, and I'm tired of fighting demons, so I start to smoke a zip

Rolling up an ounce, and sparking up that spliff, take it to the face, and I start to take a trip
Thinking bout all that shit I seen growing up, so much on my mind, I just keep on pouring up
Say I feel fine, but I'm really going numb, take the pain away, so I do some more drugs
Pour another cup, I think I feel it in my blood, all these niggas want me dead, that's why I gotta keep my gun

Gotta stay fed, I can never be a bum, leave his red dead if they playing with my funds
When I went to class, all them bitches used to laugh, now look at me, hoe, bitch, I'm strictly in my bag
Got purple on my jeans, bitch, all I do is cash, got money on my mind, I can never let it pass
Every time my celly my bitch like, who is that, hoe, leave me alone, bitch, I'm just tryna get this trap

If I ain't at the crib, you can catch me in the lab, I been up for three nights just rapping through these tracks
I'm just hoping that this shit'll help me heal the past, I'm just going through some shit that you wouldn't understand
I just seen my best friend get taken by them xans, now I'm talking to myself, I don't know who I am
I'm feeling like mike jack, there's a man in the mirror, I left my 9 to 5, now my vision getting clearer

Now my food stamps used to eat them loaves of dinner, now that shit changed, bitch, I'm eating like a winner
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It's a lovely night, it's uh, 11, 11:30, Thursday, shit, this is probably my last project, check it
Painting vivid pictures of back when I was a kid, growing up, all I knew was Rob skimp, or pimp
Put in a little work in, and it got me dividends, uncle put me on, said a bitch gon' be a bitch
Never trust a hoe, cause she f*cking with that clique, and if shit goes south, boy, you better plead that fifth

Niggas turn around, and niggas gon' switch, but before you leave that house, boy, you better grip that stick
And if niggas have some shots, you better hope they miss, never feel safe, cause that's when you gon' slip
It's the rules to the street, bitch, this the life we live, just stacking up my wealth, gotta do it for my kids
Everyday I grow, but I still feel like shit, and I'm tired of fighting demons, so I start to smoke a zip

Rolling up an ounce, and sparking up that spliff, take it to the face, and I start to take a trip
Thinking bout all that shit I seen growing up, so much on my mind, I just keep on pouring up
Say I feel fine, but I'm really going numb, take the pain away, so I do some more drugs
Pour another cup, I think I feel it in my blood, all these niggas want me dead, that's why I gotta keep my gun

Gotta stay fed, I can never be a bum, leave his red dead if they playing with my funds
When I went to class, all them bitches used to laugh, now look at me, hoe, bitch, I'm strictly in my bag
Got purple on my jeans, bitch, all I do is cash, got money on my mind, I can never let it pass
Every time my celly my bitch like, who is that, hoe, leave me alone, bitch, I'm just tryna get this trap

If I ain't at the crib, you can catch me in the lab, I been up for three nights just rapping through these tracks
I'm just hoping that this shit'll help me heal the past, I'm just going through some shit that you wouldn't understand
I just seen my best friend get taken by them xans, now I'm talking to myself, I don't know who I am
I'm feeling like mike jack, there's a man in the mirror, I left my 9 to 5, now my vision getting clearer

Now my food stamps used to eat them loaves of dinner, now that shit changed, bitch, I'm eating like a winner
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Writer: alan soto
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Language: English
Length: 2:23
Written by: alan soto

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