Lyrics Picture This - Slim
The
beat
box
Turn
the
beat
up
a
bit
Turn
me
up
Yeah
Yeah
Picture
this
Picture
film
Picture
this,
picture
little
old
slim
Now
we
talkin'
half
a
milli
if
we
talkin
'bout
my
sim
They
tryin'
to
work
then
I'm
offering
cash
And
these
rappers
don't
turn
up,
why?
'Cause
they
got
problems
with
the
gang
'Cause
Louis
swears
on
my
pedal
that
nothin'
comes
free
There
was
a
lot
of
long
nights
to
get
the
phone
lines
mental
No
risk
no
reward
Now
my
niggas
flyin'
brum
We
need
sweets
for
the
fours
We
don't
do
it
for
the
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)
I
told
the
judge
that
I'll
never
stop
(Ever)
Looking
there's
no
lookin'
back
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,
then
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
Picture
this
Picture
little
old
Slim
Now
we
talkin'
half
a
milli
if
we
talkin
'bout
my
sim
(like)
They
tryin'
to
work
then
i'm
offering
cash
(racks)
And
these
rappers
don't
turn
up,
why?
'Cause
they
got
problems
with
the
gang
(with
the
gang)
Picture
this
Picture
little
old
Slim
Now
we
talkin'
half
a
milli
if
we
talkin
'bout
my
sim
(like)
They
tryin'
to
work
then
i'm
offering
cash
(racks)
And
these
rappers
don't
turn
up,
why?
'Cause
they
got
problems
with
the
gang
(with
the
gang)
All
of
that
negative
shit,
that
just
kept
a
nigga
goin'
Forty
one
what
I'm
rollin'
Yeah,
it's
keys
that
I'm
dodgin'
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
at
what
the
hood
did
Yo
I
fell
in
love
with
the
pirates
and
the
jauggin'
And
death
said
you
gotta
make
time
for
these
bookings
But
yo
just
look
here
Dizzy's
copyin'
matix
like
a
Taliban
And
last
week
the
budge
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?)
'Cause
I
don't
love
'em
but
they
love
me
I
tell
'em
fuck
girls
love
country
I
swear
these
niggas
lookin'
like
some
junkies
The
roads
is
getting
cold
and
that
track
needs
jump
leads
Look
I'm
callin'
that
a
fuckery
I'm
gone
Picture
this
Picture
little
old
Slim
Now
we
talkin'
half
a
milli
if
we
talkin
'bout
my
sim
(like)
They
tryin'
to
work
then
i'm
offering
cash
(racks)
And
these
rappers
don't
turn
up,
why?
'Cause
they
got
problems
with
the
gang
(with
the
gang)
Picture
this
Picture
little
old
Slim
Now
we
talkin'
half
a
milli
if
we
talkin
'bout
my
sim
(like)
They
tryin'
to
work
then
i'm
offering
cash
(racks)
And
these
rappers
don't
turn
up,
why?
'Cause
they
got
problems
with
the
gang
(with
the
gang)
1 Intro
2 Picture This
3 In My Bag
4 Pablo
5 Balance
6 Steady
7 No Secrets
8 Drive On My Own
9 Free S
10 Outro
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