FassCash P - 808's

Paint a pretty picture on some 808's
They just mad cuz niggas finally made a way
Fuck the opposition, put it all in ya face
On the patio, I burn exotic grapes
Paint a pretty picture on some 808's
They just mad cuz niggas finally made a way
Fuck the opposition, put it all in ya face
On the patio, I burn exotic grapes
Paint a pretty picture on some 808's
Paint a pretty picture till I get us straight
S/o all my niggas tryna make a way
Get it by all means each and errday
Material shit don't mean nothin, fuck them skates
Seize the old one, pullin back up on paper plates
Used to be inda carter, trappin, Servin flake
By my lonesome, cookie, razor and this plate
Jack boys around da corner tryna make somn shake
I'd shoot my way up out some shit, fuck out my way
Think you da man, somebody above you, throwin up weight
Speakin Ebonics, Half a split down to 28
Speakin up on it, only gone turn yo ass into prey
Fuck the opposition put it All in ya face
Aye, gone and send dat, they on da wayy
I put my trust in the lord and what's on my waste

Paint a pretty picture on some 808's
They just mad cuz niggas finally made a way
Fuck the opposition, put it all in ya face
On the patio, I burn exotic grapes
Paint a pretty picture on some 808's
They just mad cuz niggas finally made a way
Fuck the opposition, put it all in ya face
On the patio, I burn exotic grapes

When they say "god is good ", I say "God is great"
Gotta remind myself, Fall back it's not worth a case
I get uncomfortable when it's off my waste
Then they Creepin up on you, Thump! Like an 808
I'm just mindin my business tryna own a couple of buildings
Need a commercial lot and put all my folks in position
I value my time, neva gave a fuck about feelins
I'm already numb, pop a perk, prolly won't feel it
Pussy nicca, Caint hold water, bet you he spill it
Walk up on a narc, I bet you, he deal it
Who the realest?
Inda buildin but I see shit from da ceiling

Written by:
Mena Mikhail

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