Picaso Jetson - Sweet Maybes Lyrics

Got A couple niggas in they 20s Riding round with 30 round clips on they 40 cals
Shit get coo coo
What would you do
If you was in my projects
Like Coo Coo Cal
How does it feel to ya
Get too real for ya
No chill for ya
Round ways my town

On an all night flight
Early mornings, later nights
I'm enticed to this life
Gotta get it out the ground

Smoking on purple and sipping on pink
Ice on promethazine
I woke up on a hilltop
This is far from a Dream
I just hope I don't sink
Go o.d. On that Better than ever
Get good and make great
How I Feel With This Cheese
Get the cake
Get the dollars
An arc
Made it rain, built a like
Get A rake
For estates Outta state
Outta Place but In-line
If you think I've been fine
I been lying on problems
Know people been dying
Been crying but can't shed a tear in my mind
I'm aligned to incline but I see certain signs
Like D.Rose At His Prime
MVP
Just call me
Don't pray on my downfall yet love what you see
These the keys to my life
Just Myself, I and Me
Possibly
Now I'm charged up
The game need a fee
The Lion Of Zion
Yeah, Simba Is Me
That's no lying
Denying
The heart of a beast
Know He Art
We gone feast
Tell A real nigga "Preach"
Keep it flipping like dolphins
And to go Grizzly
Ain't No Love In This Game
But It's Loving In Me
How Unique Of A Nigga Who Came From The Streets
Used To Ride With .45's
Now We Be Dodging The Heat
Hit Hawaii or Dubai
Off The Coast Of Cali
Do Bali for A Month
Stay and Don't Want To Leave
Get Some Ink In Tokyo
Prolly Go Get A Sleeve
Ain't No Limits To Love But Be Loyal to T
And What We Can
Achieve
Don't Decieve A Young Nigga
I'm Not Too Friendly
Seen Enough Growing Up
Ain't Too Much Trust In Me
But This Passion's Immortal
It's Something I Bleed Bleed Bleed
Don't Believe But I'm Loved
Only God Can Judge Me
Rather Be Judged By 12
Than 6 Be Carried
So I Gotta Go Hard
Go Far Goyards
On My Bags
Popping Tags I Always Had
The Gift of Gab
I'm popping tags
Gotta get the bag
Pop like swag
Go hard on these poor whores
Por favor I Go Hard

I Hit Up Foreign Like It's Time To Get The S63
I Got The Chicken
Catch Me Drenched In All This Fuccin Blue Cheese
Refrigerated! Always Open
See This Ice On Me
New Freezer On You Geysers
Smell Gelato 33

I'm A rasta, You imposter
Head in pasta fuck with me
Bitch I'm A shotta, Real life mobster
And that's really on the G!
100 Rounds Inside The Choppa
Extra 50 with the beam
I'm Hakeem Olajuwon
Turn this bitch into a dream

That rugee A do ya
Give your ass a tumor
Spread you on the Street
Like A Mufuggin Rumor
I Gotta provide for my boogers and pooters
They keep me sane so I don't come do ya

Just spent bout a rack on the fit
Got your bitch like wow
Cuz I'm lit
If she digging the style might get hit
I'll paint pictures all over her face and her tits
It's Picaso head huncho, none other than it
I'm so cold I just froze up my neck and my wrist
You can call me anemic
Red rubies and piss say I look like a chief
They ask what tribe he in

Tell them hoes NBH
Never fold
Never bend
No pretend
We stand tall
10 Toes firm
With A grin
On the grind for A Benz
On A rise with them ends
We gone ride til' the end
I got family
Fuck Friends