Yo Gotti Picture Me
Picture me rolling, top drop to the sunset,
Man on the billion, for shit I ainít done yet.
So Iím not thinking about millions, Ďcause Iíve already
Life of a dope boy, on my second, my goodness.
Look in the mirror, see my reflection salute me,
Homie had a strap, the n..er shining, he shoot that.
Off with his head, homie, no, we donít play that,
And never keep that work in the house where youíre
For this is my recipe, Iím wining my destiny,
Missing my home boys and they get the best of me.
For Iím walking with angels, get money with strangers,
The life of a screen name, itís got a bangle,
In love with her down, but sheís still a hoe,
Iím still a n..er, so you know how it goes.
Try not to look at her friends, try not to play her in
But a deal what a deal if she leaves and f..ck it.
In 2012, a long way from 1999,
A young n..er raced quick for a clock name.
I remember one time, more than one time,
At the school in 2009, in the hush land.
I was hustling grand like a motherfucker grown man,
Sixteen years old, paying the bills, Iím a grown man.
Now Iím hustling while my brother doing jail time,
Roll them a little, try to get a n..er fake tan,
Strong will survive, ainít no bitch in my blood line,
On the hood they want, and n..er Iím on the good land.
This life ainít about choices, and n..ers got vices,
But Iím strong playing their work like the n..er got
Put these hoes on the roll, Ďcause the bitches be
Cut the lights in the club, yeah, the n..er be icey.
N..ers talking me close, Iím just losing for prices,
I get money here, Ďcause the n..ers be shy, still.
And thatís real.