Pictures

[Verse 1: Styles P]

If it ain't money and love, what would you search for?

The pussy is free but the work cost

We could give you all of the strains and give you all of the game

But you the dickhead gettin' jerked off

My gun gettin' hotter than yardi food with jerk sauce

He ain't a good man, why he shop at Bergdorf?

Kid on the whip, take a trip to see paradise

Come from a strip where it's lit, yeah, the barrel life

Live low in the cab like I'm Pablo using the satellite

Bandits go to war so everyday is battle life

My lil' nigga told me that green is the new white

Pray to God 'cause I seen what a demon could do twice

In the day it's yellow gold, in the evening it's blue ice

And we lightin' medicine 'cause niggas is flu-like

Two guns, two mics, where I'm movin' my two Nikes in

Any work I touch' I could move it in two nights

Yeah

[Chorus: Joe Ski]

I lived it up with my niggas and we got the pictures

It's speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches

I'm still the same lil' nigga was eatin' free lunches

Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches

Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it made

Man, I'm just tryna make sure that my family bills paid

They countin' pockets, they worried 'bout what I ran through

How can I concern myself with what another man do?

[Verse 2: Berner]

Rob me and I guarantee that the semi poppin'

I set up shop and I can get this off on any block

20 Spots plus I'm buyin' everybody's crop

My plug got a glass eye just like Fetty Wap

And I don't Diddy bop

In the club I city talk

I got the drunk white bitches pullin' titties out

Long flights, hard white ain't get me rich enough

I'm hard-headed, yeah, I couldn't get it quick enough

I'm from a city where they'll kill you if you live it up

You could tell what I'm smokin' when I lit it up

No mask, broad day, they'll make you give it up

20 Mil in the back of a pick-up truck

6 phones, big homes, still clip clones

Get stoned, buy a pound, burn it 'til it's gone

Good vibes, good times, yeah, I'm really on

Wake up in the mornin', piss Perignon

[Chorus: Joe Ski]

I lived it up with my niggas and we got the pictures

It's speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches

I'm still the same lil' nigga was eatin' free lunches

Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches

Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it made

Man, I'm just tryna make sure that my family bills paid

They countin' pockets, they worried 'bout what I ran through

How can I concern myself with what another man do?

[Verse 3: Dave East]

I consider myself amongst the elite, think 'fore I speak

Feds on 'em, spent the month on the creep, gun in his sneaks

Deuce deuce style

Move wild, new gun, new trial

I came up on a few vials, butter pieces like boo-yeow

Two-door, coupé style

All your statements was legible

Indictments get frightenin', get nervous, you heard it's federal

First class, I push a button my seat a bed now

In the clouds thinkin' 'bout homies, most of 'em dead now

I hardly stress, used to spend the night on the stoop smack

When Stella got her groove back, Leezy gave me a blue flag, wrong

You chose to be broke, what made you choose that?

Netflix with my next bitch, guess Orange is the New Black

Hammers like ID, we keep 'em

Brought the Phantom to the beacon

Since Tim Duncan was a demon deacon, I done seen the precinct

Father did fed time, missed a lot of my bedtimes

Karl Lagerfeld on that Fendi

Fur by the neckline

[Chorus: Joe Ski]

I lived it up with my niggas and we got the pictures

It's speed bumps and potholes on this road to riches

I'm still the same lil' nigga was eatin' free lunches

Played the hand that I was dealt and I rolled with the punches

Hear everybody say I'm on and I got it made

Man, I'm just tryna make sure that my family bills paid

They countin' pockets, they worried 'bout what I ran through

How can I concern myself with what another man do?