Picasso Baby

Cats lame, the rap game in a weird place
Every time I listen to niggas I get a earache
That coke coming in a square shape
I drop it in hot water
And whip 'til it deteriorate
They say I'm broke and it's sheer hate
I've been getting over 10 grand a
Show for 10 years straight
And if you wear tight clothes
Then you years late
That was back when cats got perms
To make there hair straight
You scared straight, I ride out
No air breaks fuck you, when I cut you
You will bleed like a rare steak
That sour D got a rare taste
And it stink just like piss
On a project staircase
It's in my clothes, you smelling it
They say don't get high of you own supply
But I'm selling it and inhaling it
And haters say that I'm irrelevant
But them niggas not that intelligent
Keep yea mouth closed dumby
I'm not that old, but got old money
That's why the niggas wanna be me
And the hoes love me
They got gallons of that shit
That cure colds from me
And they get that shit that they
Sniff up there nose from me
It's a fucking rizzy
Cause I get fucking busy so fuck a city
I'm the king of the whole country
I talk that shit cause I could back it up
Rap it up
If you can't rap before I smack you up
Yup, your bitch come told me to snatch her up
But I just got head cause
Her ass wasn't fat enough
I put years and add 'em up
Plus I'm married to hip-hop
You ain't gon' fuck my marriage up
You tryna ball but got hurt knees
You must a had a dutch filled with
Dirt weed and a bag of dust
Yo don't make me pick the ratchet up
Shoot you in your stomach
Make your guts fall out
Like when you crack a dutch
I hear you rapping, I be cracking up
Like you can't be serious
This nigga is hilarious what you tryna do
Like every time I hear a rhyme from you
I bust out laughing
You should go on ComicView
You comical, you remind me of Kevin Hart
You trash, but you be gassed up
Like you never fart
I might bite, but I never bark
I just tide 'til the wheels fall of
I don't ever park i might fall off some day
But my Control freestyle got over a
Million views in one day
So they should sign me
No label or machine behind me
Just got my die hard fans
And my team behind me
You would think I had the
Army of Marines behind me
You not a solider nigga
I will expose you niggas
I been in the street, I got folks shook
Niggas in the business is weak
I got spit coke cooked
I just need a notebook, a pen and a beat
I eat rappers up
Then floss skin out my teeth
I'm the Problem
Still going by the same name
The game change
But I'm staying in the same lane
With or without a label
I'm able to maintain
Cause I got it locked like a chain gang
I mean it ain't the same game
From when I got brung in i was young then
But I'm feeling like I'm young again
You think I'm done, then you too funny
Cause if thirty the new twenty
Then I'm only twenty-one then
You young men better calm down
Before I turn my palm around
Then back slap you and laugh at you
And how you figure that I'm washed up
Cause all you dirty ass niggas never wash up
Tight ass pants on, nuts all squashed up
Man they'd a poke you in your
Butt if you was locked up
And how you get signed, whose cock got sucked
Cause you got the toilet stuck
With all them bullshit rhymes
You ain't never say a sick line
I beat the beat up
With a bunch of punches when I kick rhymes
I remember looking in my idols eyes
And he looking back at me like
I'm the one he idolize
I hear a lot of rhymes, from a lot of guys
But I only like 'em if they hot
Like McDonald' fries
My worst verse better then your best rhyme
So why the fuck you gassed up like an Exxon
I could write a hundred bars and
Start on my next rhyme
In less time then it take you
To write your next line i'm an ex-con
Thinking 'bout the next crime
I'mma do and how I'mma get
Away with it next time
I guess I'm a commodity
Obviously I'm special
My bars affect your psychologically
You can't take the hood outta me
I'm too gutter
And you a son of a bitch, you got two mothers
I make music that the ghetto like
I got Tequila in my cup
And a dutch full of Melo wife
I moved out the hood
But still live a ghetto life
And you the type to wear a
Helmet on a pedal bike
The softest nigga that I ever met, better yet
You way softer then all the
Niggas I never met
You so sweet, so put a cheese
Them shells and make a head of
Lettuce look like taco meat
And all them cats that you think can rap
It's thinking back like
"damn how the fuck that man think of that?"
Tryna find a rhyme better then this rap verse
It take so much time Jesus
Be done came back first
Every rapper bar think I clowned 'em
And all the fans gon' be making a
Face like something stink around 'em
You can't deny that this a hot verse
But I'm just getting started
It's about to get a lot worse