Nacho Picasso
Pay Me
[Verse 1: Gifted Gab]
Check one two is my microphone ready
I'm a light this tree on me, I'm goin' get it
When the beat drop don't stop just flow with it
Who you know picking and rolling with no pivot
Imagine [?]
Got daddy up in the passenger making passes at pastors
I just need the good word
Trying to throw me off my game but I'm not easily deterred
I'm a make you swallow spit cuz all this shits for the birds
You heard? Its Gifted Gab I changed my name but its the same thang
Still the same n***a killing lames, go bang bang
Its insane, we are not the same, [?]
Give em major pain, if I'm able I can give em caine
Stable when I'm taking aim, the shots goin' rang
I'm a crop your top I'm a dot your brain
I'm a mop your block, I'm a drop your lane
I'm a cock back, go brat-t, pop Cobain
Hashtag go bad, this is not no game
I'm with Nacho P and we got propane
I'm with Nacho P and we got propane
I'm a go so bad this not your game

[Interlude: The Players Club dialogue]
Fuck that. Pay me. And that's why I get thirty percent
When can I start?
Immedjately
[Verse 2: Nacho Picasso]
We grew up watching VCRs and drinking out of jelly jars
Burning out in muscle cars, eighteen packs of PBR
Give the block CPR, I tell that bitch I hustle hard
I bare a knuckle like wrestlers spar, I steer a truck like bless your heart
Moor Gang's a matriarch, Nacho P the patriarch
Get em wet like the ancient arc, Mohican, I ate your heart
Give me brain cuz you ain't that smart, be my flame cuz you ain't that spark
Eat the blame cuz you played your part, keep your name [?]
I'm Caligula, all my n***as jealous
So when I fall in love I just pass it to the fellas
Grew up in the rain why they passing us umbrellas
I'm Vlad the Impaler, harassing all the [?]
But that’s a twilight and this the high life
No white out, just the highlights
Too bright out, I live the nightlife
White kids see me in the club like high-five
They buy me Mai Tais, don't blow my high guys
They tell me that I'm their favorite, I tell em likewise
I got a gold toothed smile and some tight ice
But they worship the flow like its white Christ

[Interlude]