Turn the beat up a bit
(Turn me up)
Yeah, yeah
Picture this
Picture

[Hook]
Picture this, picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim
Tryin' to work
Then i'm offering cash
These rappers don't turn up
Why? Cos they got problems with the gang

[Verse 1]
It's Louis squares on my pedal
And nuttun comes free
There was a lot of long nights
To get the phone lines mental (notes)
No risk, No reward
And my n***as flyin' Brum
We need sweets for the fours
We don't deets or do fraud
This is trap shit
Yo it's forty bags for a brick
It's gettin' drastic
Talkin' thirty bags in rubber bands
That's a sandwich
I promise that the trap phones never off (Never)
And tell the judge that I'll never stop (Ever)
Look and there's no lookin' back
But my jeans cost a stack
That's damier print
On my belt and my bag
I ain't lookin' for a help or a hand
Just a spot outta town
Couple pics and like two or three cats
From like two or three grams
Youngers tryin to get rich
If it ain't worth my time
The of course it's getting ripped
If she's comin' to the crib
Then of course she's getting dick
This year I'm lookin' mortagages and shit
And they talkin' 'bout the kid
But I'm just keeping it real
And I'm cuttin' through with Scarzy
And he's keeping it still
And the day I left jail
I said I'm never goin' back
All that negative shit
That ain't ever in my plans
I'm gone
[Hook]
Picture this
Picture
Picture this, picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim
Tryin' to work
Then i'm offering cash
These rappers don't turn up
Why? Cos they got problems with the gang

Picture this
Picture
Picture this, picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim
Tryin' to work
Then i'm offering cash
These rappers don't turn up
Why? Cos they got problems with the gang

[Verse 2]
All of that negative shit
That just kept a n***a goin'
Forty-One what I'm rollin'
DSQ's that I'm dodgin' (feds)
Yeah,watch out for the people always watchin' your pocket
And the ones who never cared when you were poppin'
My G this is hood shit
Growin' up my teacher probably said I was a good kid
But look what the hood did
Yo I fell in love with the pyrex and the juggin
And Des said you gotta make time for these bookings
But yo just look here
Dizzy's copyin' matic's like a Taliban
And last week the buj came from Pakistan
I put the truth in the booth
And a thousand on some shoes
And nowadays these girls are always mad at man
(And why's that?)
'Cos I don't love 'em
But they love me
I tell 'em fuck girls
Love country
I swear these n***as lookin' like some junkies
The roads is getting cold
And that track needs jump leads
Look I'm callin' that a fuckeries
I'm gone
[Hook]
Picture this
Picture
Picture this, picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim
Tryin' to work
Then i'm offering cash
These rappers don't turn up
Why? Cos they got problems with the gang

Picture this
Picture
Picture this, picture little old Slim
Now we talkin' half a milli if we talkin 'bout my sim
Tryin' to work
Then i'm offering cash
These rappers don't turn up
Why? Cos they got problems with the gang