Picture Me

Lyrics

[Verse] Picture me, twenty-three, a bag of sold out shows I made it out with music, I took all my bros And this merchandise is poppin', I sell all my clothes And all these hoes are ghost, I got one real girl Picture me, twenty-three, I didn't chase my dreams My mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beats And now I'm sittin' at a desk with a 2:2 in finance Eatin' pasta on my lunch break while I'm scribblin' my rhymes And picture me, seventeen, in an all-black suit Layin' still in a coffin, surrounded by my crew Givin' half-heart apologies for watching while they bottled me Or running when they shot at me, you're next up if you prodigy Wait, I meant poke a G Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice me No face for the road, my G Kill him in seven ways, lemon haze, how I smoke a G Name can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me P's Them boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistake I'll come back with a shotty and blow your lungs out your ribcage Picture me a snitch, nah, I couldn't picture that Picture me a snitch, nah, I couldn't ever think of that Picture me with a baby mum that didn't wanna see me blow So she let my talent go to waste like Robinho I've been involved, I've seen the roads where the good die young And the bad get life, and the ugly is the ugly, but Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in Streatham Known for words in a sentence, I put verbs in a sentence There's action in my letters And I never compromise Nor follow what the trend is, I create my own style 'Cause, I got my own agendas, I got music, all that matters But what about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers? What about the yutes that ain't athletes or rappers? Picture you, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me? And can you take out all the man that's gonna taint it for me? And can you take out all the girls that's gonna waste it for me? Or illustrate how you're gonna get to all these places for me And if you can't, then don't worry, G, you got time But you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draft 'Cause how you know you're going down the wrong road If you're in a dark place, and you don't select a path? But picture you, talkin' loads about goals and riches With a phone full of cro shots, hoes and bitches And a head filled with fast dreams I talk to God like it's RE About my picture cause I can't see I'm at war with my mind So I'm still with a sket getting Ed like Hardy And I don't mind, 'cause them man there all speakers like parties I'm conflicted on this mission, so I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like Kwame Guys are on my case, it's like I wasn't diallin' banks for some pay While you was busy flicking shanks for a name Or busy robbin' drugs with a dipper Or you could call me Scofield Why? 'Cause I got prison in my skin But I won't ever have a prison in my picture Listen to my scripture, like teachers with teardrops Principles a killer, all for the skrilla But it's not hard, it comes from within So don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the cling And don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing Or be a baller, you can be a king Now, you can work a nine-to-five if it makes you smile at night Money ain't a measure of success 'Cause you can have a billion and dead You can have twenty grand flat and live a long, long life with no stress So listen, I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me? And can you tell me where you batch of friends is takin' you And can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreams Forget the money, brother, tell me what makes you you Can you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tick What makes you smile, what makes you laugh, what makes you sick Can you tell me why you're on this earth Can you tell me why you're living', is it in and out of prison Are you tryna touch a nation Or are you tryna touch a paigon? You get your picture, get to paintin' Are you playin' in a stadium Or are you sittin' in a station? You get your picture, get to paintin' Are you the guy inside the hospital that's prayin' that he makes it Or working with the surgeons and the nurses, tryna save him Are you buried in a grave for some pennies and a chain? A memory that fades, a picture you didn't paint I bet them boys think I'm panickin' Pep Guardiola, G, I'm managin' Stop sayin' that you beef me, it's embarrassing I never had these paigons 'til my face was on this rappin' ting Now every other yute is on chatty ting See me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers, call me Anakin Music, money, paigons, education, fam, I handle it I try so hard in my tracks to give a message But it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savages I swear you don't know pressure Ask Jack, I had labels playin' Deal or No Deal like I'm Noel Edmonds Independent, no pressure My whole team Nike'd out to the socks, you should know better A-levels, no pressure And my ex just text me, she should know better I can still paint a picture, put a pen into my hand It's time to paint your picture, my brother, now you can go get it