[Chorus]
I paint them pictures n***as gotta love
Roaches in the crib but momma called em water bugs
Roaches in the beer bottle, I smoke lots of bud
I kick that shit y’all n***as gotta love
I come with
(Strictly the hardcore dirty street level shit)
(Got ten fingers but only use one)
(Gotta let em go)
(They don't want it, they don't want it)
(Pistols up as high as you go)

[Verse 1]
I drag my nuts across the pavement hitting swishers
Thinking I’m a drug dealer now open for business
My first QP was 300 no lie lord as my witness
He said “you got that money?” Pulled the stop from out my britches: bow
Slammed it on the table, ready willing and able
All I can see is sneakers and jewelry designer labels
I need that shit you can’t be no rapper without no chain
You can’t be no trapper if you don’t slang on the south, staking my claim
I needed that paper, not trying to hear no “wait up”
I left a couple seeds in these baggies to boost the weight up
Went digital like RZA tossed my handheld scale
If momma only knew the shit my hands had held
Fucked up my schooling chasing street cred and rap dreams
If you asked me, it’s the same old story, nothing special just wanted fast cream
Would take it back but I got no receipts
Just make better decisions moving forward slow my speed, see
[Chorus 2]
I paint them type of pictures n***as gotta love
Roaches in the crib but momma called em water bugs
Roaches in the beer bottle, I smoke lots of bud
I kick that shit y’all n***as gotta love
I come with
(Strictly the hardcore dirty street level shit)
(Got ten fingers but only use one)
(Gotta let em go)
(They don't want it, they don't want it)
(Pistols up as high as you go)

[Verse 2]
Yo, breakfast for dinner
Jesus piece necklace for a sinner
Pockets chunky while them junkies getting thinner
Looking like a million be another n***a dinner
Better live like you been here before this life ain’t for beginners bitch
Especially if they heard we making dope
You can smell it permeating through my clothes
I got an old broke down in the dubs right here on my person
Stupid but if I met someone on the block I conserve em, bitch I’m earning
And I’m learning momma ain’t raised a dummy plus I rode around
Soaking up game from my n***a Scummy
God bless the dead you know n***as start acting funny
Ain’t wanna see momma crying I know how much she love me
Throw my sins with the weed, burn it down in the dutchie
Ducking the coppers I’m 28 before they cuff me
I’m lucky, if you say so
Wait till I hit Barbados thanking God that I’m alive
And these streets ain’t fried my potatoes, ayo
[Chorus 3 x2]
I paint them type of pictures n***as gotta love
Roaches in the crib but momma called em water bugs
Roaches in the beer bottles, I smoke lots of bud
I kick that shit y’all n***as gotta love
I come with
(Strictly the hardcore dirty street level shit)
(Got ten fingers but only use one)
(Gotta let em go)
(They don't want it, they don't want it)
(Pistols up as high as you go)