Chiefer - PAINTING PICTURES

They in the back of the car and they Laughing I don't know whats funny Though
I keep on looking back at them Reminding them I don't know where To go
I keep on looking up at the front of The road like I don't know what I see
If I keep coming through this fog it's Gon' be looking like a winner for real
Looking like fight night, got Brad Pitt up in the back
Shooting' bright like dice sight, hype Night I'ma take you to the top let me Show you
What nice like
Okay nice like, you ain't never been Inside
A condo Pitch with no height like, I Said nightlights
I smoke weed, got streets, I feel like Hype but I thought I told you
Ten minute, fifteen minute out of Malibu We gon' probably meet up at Nobu
Nevermind that's a change of plans, Just meet us at recess
We probably gon' link up for tofu
I'm playing Green Day while Counting this money
I thought I told you, count that one Well I told you
I asked my jeweler what's the rarest Stone
And he looked at me and he Didn't say an opal
In the back of the seat on the right I
Got my lil cousin he riding with us Like a dog
He ain't got to worry about shit When he with us
Cause you know when he with us he With the squad
Problem is I be forgetting that I'm Really on
But the problem is I think I'm off
Only reason that I'm off is the Reason when
I push the button
Now push it back on
Everything I do I put that shit right On the stone
And I put it out, and grab the stone
You can look at me in my face and You can hear right in my voice
And when I say the tone You gon' Know that this cadence gonna hit
With a laser when I say I'm cut for The throne
I don't gotta question myself when I Look in the mirror
When I walk into a door
They said something about the Breeze tonight
They said something about the Breeze tonight
They said something About the breeze tonight
They said it's cold tonight Whatever I do gotta keep my pipe
Whatever I do gotta treat her right
Leave singles gotta keep them tight
If I tell her one thing go wrong
Top Flight motion gotta send her Back home
Text on the phone from her friend All mad
Read it encrypted but know what it Said
Found out that she ain't invite em' Uh huh
Now she can go home and then she Can brag
Imagine if she didn't tell him nothing
She would've got off the plane with a bag
She would've got off the plane with A bag
She would've went home to her ma Like ma
Look what I got and then look at her Dad
Then her dad would've been Like oh my god

Written by:
Jake Benson

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