Picture Me - Yo Gotti

Picture me rolling, top drop to the sunset

Mind on the billion, some shit I ain’t done yet

No more thinkin bout me, 'cause I’ve already done that

Life of a dope boy, where my sac and my gun at

Look in the mirror, see my reflection salute back

Homie had a strap, the niggas shot, he ain’t shoot back

Off with his head, homie, no, we don’t play that

And never keep that work in the house where you’re lay at

Finessin my recipe, winning my destiny

Missing my home boys and they get the best of me

Feel like I’m walking with angels, get money with strangers

The life of a screen name, it’s got a bangle

In love with her down, but she’s still a hoe

I’m still a nigga, so you know how it goes

Try not to look at her friends, try not to play her in public

But it is what it is if she leaves then fuck it

It’s 2012, a long way from 1999

A young nigga from Ridgecrest with a Glock 9

I remember one time, more than one time

At the school in 2009, in the lunch line

I was hustling and grinding like a motherfucker grown man

Sixteen years old, paying the bills, I’m a grown man

Now I’m hustling while my brother doing jail time

Wrote him a letter, tryna give a nigga fed time

But the strong survive, ain’t no bitch in my blood line

On the hood they want, and nigga I’m on the gun line

This life ain’t about choices, and niggas got vices

But I’m slanging this work like a nigga got license

Put these hoes on the roll, 'cause the bitches be trifling

Cut the lights in the club, yeah, the nigga be icey

Niggas talking in codes, I’m just listening for prices

I keep one in the head cuz these niggas be shiesty

And that’s real