Picaso Jetson - Down

I Do This Shit Here, for the 40one4
For The Navy and Wheat
BrewCity
Green and Gold
This had been sprouting since an adolescent
Lesson close to stressing Prospered blessings
No discretion
Flow impeccable
Came up outta the Blue but it took
Blood, sweat and tears
Control

Lust, and trust within the process
I can't bust
The Black Jack
King Ace for that fact
See the diamonds, plus you smell The lilac
Thriller
No Mike Jack
I'm his doctor if you step on my tracks
How I ride the Hi-Hats like the Metro
Blue line
I don't side track
Besides that
Shitting, with no Camille
Fell on these bars
Like A nigga that just made Parole
The goal
Is never fold another bankroll
80 Billion is my 1st ceiling
But I'm tryna double up for more

Case closed
Now I'm back to hustling for the peso's
Case Closed
I'm about to move and function How I want

DONT condone that bullshit
You gone catch a full clip
You run up on me talking stupid
Nigga shoot like Cupid

My My My, I swear I'll never learn
Gone be coffing til' my coffin or
The day I'm in an urn
Cremate the Kushy
Let it burn
Reminiscing just why I churned
That dope with hopes A Nigga Earned A mansion far from concerns...
Make A Turn on Doheny
On Patron and The Remy
My Bitches be acting stingy
No, they not really too friendly, Nahhh

Yet, I like to think back on times When I ain't have much
While Facing One Cruising The Ave
Pedal To GAS
Clutch!

Im in a Maro now
Blooded out like my marrow Now
Marrow tires on Forgiato shoes
and the apparel styled
Jimmy Choo
Balenciaga
Prada
Got em proud of how
I made it from the slums
From the mil to them hills
Hollyhood now

You say you love the boy
But never ever pray for me
And for that reason I don't hear Nothing You Say To Me
Forgive em father...
I Need you to get em' way from Me
Cuz them I cannot have around
The change I braved, See

I Done Had Friends Whom Betrayed Me
I Stayed True
Forgive Em Lord
They Don't Know What They Do
And it Ain't In My Place to Give Them A Clue
What Dey Did Dey Should Know but That's Nothing New
I Ain't Stunting You
I'm Just Doing Me

Solo Dojo's My Mojo
Been Tryna P, I'll Just Piled Up The Money
Get M.O. N.E
Y I Laugh to the Bank
As if something was funny, cuz Man
I Done Been Broke

That Shit Wasn't Funny
I'd Check My Bank Notes, and
See A Parenthesis
Now They Just Envy Me
Finna Be Up at the Top
Counting Guap In A Condo
I Know, I Know That They Feeling Me
Presi' the Roley
While Boarding At Kennedy
So I Guess Niggas Wanna Treat Me Kennedy
Thought they were friends but They enemies
Killing me mentally
Fire been kindling
Ain't taking care of your Responsibilities
I got agility rolled in a Philly Sweet

Would you back off of me for Second cuz I'm killing beats

Feeling like D.Wade, 03
Draft and I Play
(Number 3)
As If I Got Game like EA
(AI for Me, It's Picaso)

Written by:
Braxston Bradford

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