Bobby Grand - Pictures, Got Me Confused

Yea Its BILI
Nigga
Ay
It's BILI bitch
Going 'Back to Back'
Like a Milli diss
Gave y'all niggas 'Better Late'
Now it's Alpha Wolves
Know you feelin this
Its all heat like Arizona nigga
I'm my zone like perfect reception
Sprint to the money
Catch interceptions
Checks when I touch down like a inspection
10s lately when I think of sexin
Droppin dimes like a fed case
Too focused on the end goal
To fuck around lose the race for a head-case
Ain't NO pussy that good
Gettin smoking like a Backwood
Too many done fell
For me to make that mistake
Choosin fast food over a steak
Polaroids
Polaroids
I want this moment to be a picture
It's all BLACK in my green room
Tryna keep Uncle Toms out the mixture
Pipe down
Wit all that yellin shit
Don't make me expose your development
All I see is streaks in my film
Keep that tap water away from my reel
360 is a joke fool
Keep that clown shit away from my deal
Cuttin fat like a surgeon
I take Kale & spinach wit all my meals
Cheese and fetti as a side dish
And glass of water for the thirsties
Workin out the track
This a jumpin jack
It's going down, I come up
Like a burpee
Ayy
Wish I could take this moment
Freeze it like a picture
Cause right now we winnin
It's only the beginning
You could never take this from me
Uh
I gotta get it
And they can't have it
Until I'm finished
Wish I could take this moment
Freeze it like a picture
Cause right now we winnin
It's only the beginning
You could never take this from me
Uh
I gotta get it
And they can't have it
Until I'm finished
One time, One time
One time
Alpha
Here we go
Ay
They done fucked round and gave me the tools
Now I sit back like how can I lose?
Build the foundation
Nigga I'm racin
No time to waste
Not tryna be cool
Duckin her text
Cause she's a Distract
New dick in her life
Bout time I get back
I think of my time as a gun
I keep a Rolex in my lap
Mufucka
Im strapped
Never sold drugs
Nigga I rap
It's hats and snares comin out my trap
Still as cut throat as a gangsta
Play wit my funds Ima plank ya
Leave ya ass flat
Runnin on treadmills
And on the track
I gotta stay fit
The Bay on my back
You want a verse
Or you want a beat
I only got heat
So I gotta tax
Never bout playin
I been about racks
I fuck when I'm stressed
She thick, she get clapped
She play her role
Then she can get wifed
If not
It's pipe, on sight and goodnight
I gotta stay focused a mil is the goal
Then flip it
And double and triple it
I come from the struggle
That shit is a muse
I constantly use
You got me confused
Ay

Written by:
Bobbby James, Jr Pope

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