PICASSO

Okay i wake up in the morning with your bitch in my bed
And i wake her up with something like a breakfast in bed
She got a mouthful, loud tunes playing by the bathroom
Let her stay the night but then i had to kick her out too
You know how it go when bitches like to think you married
Hell nah fuck no what you think was up tho?
All about my business like my name was fat joe
Painting out my vision, i'm the new picasso
I got too much on my mind
If you ask me then I'm fine
Credit card double swipe
Till that bitch go say decline
Fast forward, run it back
VHS that's in rewind
I got too much on my mind
I got too much in my mind
Cursed by the energy of miserable concepts
battles in my brain
ain't no physical contest
It ain't over till it's over
C'mon tell em we on next
Level up the game
Like an NES cartridge
Outta this world
Call me marvin the martian
Tell me we on next
Tell me we on next
I could bag a bunch of bitches but they lacking the substance
I ain't nothing but a vessel with a pen and paper listen
Battling my own addictions in a war i wasn't winning
Hold up now- let me finish
If I want it, I'mma get it
I don't say it 'til I'm finished
Making sure that you a witness
It ain't over till it's over
Man the war is never finished
Feeling strongerer than ever
Cause i'm breaking all my limits
You ain't listen what i'm saying
You ain't paying no attention
Falling deep into the bottom
Rising up like the ascension
Tick tock boom
And i hit 'em every time
Got a hold of where i'm at
I'm hanging out with father time
I'm the best at what I do
I'll be the greatest all time
If you get it there you go
If you don't well then you slow
Making money like it's blow
Johnny depp and let it snow
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I mean-
What, the fuck-
Have I really got to lose?
If I make-
A mill, then I end up on the news
Keep it up with solid rhymes
Dr. Seuss in a disguise
I'm talking one bitch, two bitch
Thin bitch, thick bitch
If she fuck around
Then it's on to the next bitch
Talking up a storm
Like they bout that rada rada
Sitting in the stands
You a sideline watcher
They hate on what I do
Cause i didn't sell my soul
Painting pictures with my words
I'm the new Picasso