(Verse 1)
I might pop out with Leo
Yeah the flow muy frio
I'm a lightskinded negro
Around the way like Carlito
My shades on like Serpico
In the lead like Pacino
Yo bars weak you drink Vino
Tell em watch me like Vevo
Oh you a dog you a pit
I might draft Michael Vick
I was ducking them clips
While Sammy was rolling spliffs
He might
Wake and bake can't feel his face
At steak and shake he shake and bake
Hit the race and change the pace
He double back and beat yo face
Weed was lace he beat the case
Got Twix in case you need a break
Pedals bang don't need no brakes
Oh wait God Damn
I need my brakes
Aye
I need a breather (aye uh)
This shit is ether (uh huh)
Eating salad that's ceaser
In my palace like Caeaser
Need a band talking Weezer
All of my friends are geezers
Cause the new age is tweakers
So I put some crack in the speakers and

(Chorus)
This shit is heavy
This shit is heavy
This shit is heavy
This shit is heavy
I pick it up
Now pick it up
Now pick it up
Now pick it up

(Verse 2)
Sweet Jesus
I pay my rent with these leases
When my fan base decreases
I just increase and increase it
If I got it you need it and
If I drop it you peep it
Balling even off season
They talking without a reason
Feel like Will I'm a legend
Real recognize real impressions
I avoided aggression
Then n***as started finessing
So I started regressing
When n***as start disrespecting
Bicardi's more than a bottle
Bicardi could be a weapon
Shit is heavy
I'm Samson, only n***a to handle it
I'm Curry with the shot and
I'm Iverson with the handling
If n***as got a problem
Call Messi I'll come and handle it
Made a hit and hit these n***as
Without even planning it
And I been on a roll
The beats hitting harder than cannabis
My manuscript's too artistic
For artist management
Bitch

(Outro)
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
Pick it up
And I pick it up