My crew deeper than the wayans barging our way in
No weight watching but a lot of shit on our souls still weighing
Lets be real all our souls need saving
Writing rhymes in church was our equivalent to praying (Uh)
Shorty love with all of her heart but i ain't staying
She get the picture but don't like what I'm portraying
Picture this in a flash, ya life changing
I'm from where they focus is aiming and cops framing
Ain't that worth a thousand words, sit back with a pound of herb
Still in the street like I ain't never found a curb
Niggas in the jects made it out copping birds
Live fly till they find out that they out of work
Like pilots who got laid off if I get a day off
Like ferris beuler I feed whack rappers to barracudas
Can tell you now its therapeutic
The world is a canvas and I paint the pictures with my music
When im in my zone I'm Painting pictures
Might as well share ya memories cus you cant take em witcha
I write a verse and make it scripture
Holy like the Sistine Chapel when I'm painting pictures