Lirik Lagu Picture Me - Dave
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Picture me, 23, a bag of sold out showsI made it out of music, I took all my brosAnd this merchandise is poppin, I sell all my clothesAnd all these hoes are ghost, I got one real girl
Picture me, 23, I didn't chase my dreamsMy mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beatsAnd now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2:2 in financeEating pasta on my lunch breakWhile I'm scribbling my rhymes
And picture me, 17, in an all black suitLaying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crewGiving half-heart apologiesFor watching while they bottled meOr running when they shot at meYou're next up if you prodigy, waitI meant poke a G
Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice meNo face for the road, my GKill him in seven ways, lemon haze how I smoke a GName can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me PsThem boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistakeI'll come back with a shottyAnd blow your lungs out your ribcage
Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't picture thatPicture me a snitch, nah I couldn't ever think of thatPicture me with a baby mumThat didn't wanna see me blowSo she let my talent go to waste like RobinhoI've been involved, I've seen the roadsWhere the good die young, and the bad get lifeAnd the ugly is the ugly, but
Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in StreathamKnown for words in a sentenceI put verbs in a sentenceThere's action in my lettersAnd I never compromiseNor follow what the trend is, I create my own styleCos I got my own agendas, I got music all that mattersBut 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 thats 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 timeBut you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draftCos, how you know you're going down the wrong roadIf you're in a dark place, and you don't select a pathBut picture you talking loads about goals and richesWith a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitchesAnd a head filled with fast dreamsI talk to God like it's REAbout my picture cause I can't seeI'm at war with my mindSo I'm still with a sket getting Ed like HardyAnd I don't mindCause them man there all speakers like PartiesI'm conflicted on this missionSo I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like KwameGuys are on my caseIt's like i wasn't dialling banks for some payWhile you was busy flicking shanks for a nameOr busy robbin' drugs, with a dipperOr you could call me ScofieldWhy? cause I got prison in my skinBut I won't ever have a prison in my pictureListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardropsPrinciples a killer, all for the skrillaBut, it's not hard
It comes from withinSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the clingAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a ballerYou can be a kingNow you can work a 9 to 5 if it makes you smile at nightMoney ain't a measure of success'Cause you can have a billion and deadYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stressSo listen
I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking youAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreamsForget the money brother, tell me what makes you youCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tickWhat makes you smile, what makes you laughWhat makes you sickCan you tell me why you're on this earthCan you tell me why you're livingIs it in and out of prisonAre you tryna touch a nation?Or are you tryna touch a paigon?You get your picture, get to paintingAre you playing in a stadium?Or are you sitting in a station?You get your picture, get to paintingAre you the guy inside the hospitalThat's praying that he makes itOr working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save himAre you buried in a grave?For some pennies and a chain
A memory that fadesA picture you didn't paintI bet them boys think I'm panickingPep Guardiola, G, I'm managingStop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassingI never had these paigons, till my face was on this rapping tingNow every other yute is on chatty tingSee me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin
Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle itI try so hard in my tracks to give a messageBut it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savagesI swear you don't know pressureAsk Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel EdmondsIndependent, no pressure
My whole team Nike'd out to the socks you should know betterA-levels, no pressureAnd my ex just text me, she should know betterI can still paint a picture, put a pen into my handIt's time to paint your picture my brotherNow you can go get it
Picture me, 23, I didn't chase my dreamsMy mum wanted me to do finance, so I came off beatsAnd now I'm sitting at a desk, with a 2:2 in financeEating pasta on my lunch breakWhile I'm scribbling my rhymes
And picture me, 17, in an all black suitLaying still in a coffin, surrounded by my crewGiving half-heart apologiesFor watching while they bottled meOr running when they shot at meYou're next up if you prodigy, waitI meant poke a G
Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice meNo face for the road, my GKill him in seven ways, lemon haze how I smoke a GName can get you out the beef, pissed if you owe me PsThem boys try and piss take, boy, what a mistakeI'll come back with a shottyAnd blow your lungs out your ribcage
Picture me a snitch, nah I couldn't picture thatPicture me a snitch, nah I couldn't ever think of thatPicture me with a baby mumThat didn't wanna see me blowSo she let my talent go to waste like RobinhoI've been involved, I've seen the roadsWhere the good die young, and the bad get lifeAnd the ugly is the ugly, but
Picture me, a legend, worldwide or in StreathamKnown for words in a sentenceI put verbs in a sentenceThere's action in my lettersAnd I never compromiseNor follow what the trend is, I create my own styleCos I got my own agendas, I got music all that mattersBut 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 thats 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 timeBut you just need to paint a picture, or just sketch a draftCos, how you know you're going down the wrong roadIf you're in a dark place, and you don't select a pathBut picture you talking loads about goals and richesWith a phone, full of cro shots, hoes and bitchesAnd a head filled with fast dreamsI talk to God like it's REAbout my picture cause I can't seeI'm at war with my mindSo I'm still with a sket getting Ed like HardyAnd I don't mindCause them man there all speakers like PartiesI'm conflicted on this missionSo I'm still in the mist with a black star on my waist like KwameGuys are on my caseIt's like i wasn't dialling banks for some payWhile you was busy flicking shanks for a nameOr busy robbin' drugs, with a dipperOr you could call me ScofieldWhy? cause I got prison in my skinBut I won't ever have a prison in my pictureListen to my scripture, like teachers with teardropsPrinciples a killer, all for the skrillaBut, it's not hard
It comes from withinSo don't let anybody tell you to put drugs in the clingAnd don't let anybody tell you you can't run, dance, sing, or be a ballerYou can be a kingNow you can work a 9 to 5 if it makes you smile at nightMoney ain't a measure of success'Cause you can have a billion and deadYou can have 20 grand flat and live a long, long life with no stressSo listen
I don't know your picture, can you paint it for me?And can you tell me where you batch of friends is taking youAnd can you tell me what your aspirations are, your dreamsForget the money brother, tell me what makes you youCan you tell me why you wake up, what makes you tickWhat makes you smile, what makes you laughWhat makes you sickCan you tell me why you're on this earthCan you tell me why you're livingIs it in and out of prisonAre you tryna touch a nation?Or are you tryna touch a paigon?You get your picture, get to paintingAre you playing in a stadium?Or are you sitting in a station?You get your picture, get to paintingAre you the guy inside the hospitalThat's praying that he makes itOr working with the surgeons and the nurses tryna save himAre you buried in a grave?For some pennies and a chain
A memory that fadesA picture you didn't paintI bet them boys think I'm panickingPep Guardiola, G, I'm managingStop saying that you beef me, it's embarrassingI never had these paigons, till my face was on this rapping tingNow every other yute is on chatty tingSee me in a rave, it's black blades, lightsabers call me Anakin
Music, money, paigons, education, fam I handle itI try so hard in my tracks to give a messageBut it's messed cah I'll still get you shredded by some savagesI swear you don't know pressureAsk Jack, I had labels playing deal or no deal like I'm Noel EdmondsIndependent, no pressure
My whole team Nike'd out to the socks you should know betterA-levels, no pressureAnd my ex just text me, she should know betterI can still paint a picture, put a pen into my handIt's time to paint your picture my brotherNow you can go get it
