Picasso Baby feat. Fargo - 3 Minutes Summin Seconds Lyrics

Strictly 187 Boy Yeah... Lego...
Picasso oh yeah I'm a BaBy
I eat you dummies on the daily
I bet your BaBy momma crave me
I'm cursed with the verses don't save me
I put in the work, you gon' pay me
Or do you wanna see me crazy
I'll go renegade just like I'm Jay-z
I'll go renegade just 'coz I'm Shady
I'm in a winehouse, looking for Amy
Dressed in all white like I be sailing
Just like Jason Statham with the aiming
Just like Percy Tau when I be playing
My homie Kultcha, he no more Slay-Lee
But my nikka Jay-Jada be slayin
If you got conflict with my nikka Kronic
You gon' run to Bushiri for some Praying

They be askin' why I'm so cold 'Coz 187 is a crime code
Better know that I'll die for it
Go to jail and do some time for it
Illuminati, I'ma sign for it
When I f*cken rap I bust a cap, on every sec
I brake a leg on every set Like percocetts
I make u snap Just face the facts I got em like nikka who the f*ck is that
That came with that crazy swagg
Crazy act, crazy dab crazy wait... (I forgot sumin)
Oh that crazy raps... man I'm Lyrically insane
I'm feeling it in my brain Its running through in veins, its pain nikka
I'm coming through in the game 'Coz everybody is lame
Nobody taking the blame... shame nikka
Shame on you, shame on her Shame on him, shame on them
Tell a friend, ask your mom Ask your dad, ask them how
Ask them where, ask them when... its Rare Trust me its Rare
That a young boy from a small town is the man over here
Gotta do what I gotta do, jus' to make sure this my year I'ma show no fear
I'ma show no tear, i'ma show no love
Want a brand new wip want a brand new crib
Wanna go on a trip, on a plane share a seat with my moms
Taking you back to the old me Damn my music so cons oling
Throw a shout out to my hommies

Shout out my hommies in Up town
They're the reason I'm on top now
Man I'm still holding the block down
And I'm never ever gonna stop now
They posing for my pictures with my crown
I let my lyrics rip it off If there's hoes and there's snitches in my crowd
I make a call and call it off Bitch I'ma Boss I ain't Meek Mill or Rick Ross
But I'm one hell of a force You already done lost I'm Jimmy-Jimmy with the sauce
U gon' see me on them tours Its swagg to the core
And I'm getting more and more of people that show me love than before
And I gotta score more or people that show me love won't support If I face a
Wall I'ma break It 'Coz I swore to God I'ma make it
In fact he was the one who told me if I get an opportunity
I should take it... (Say it!)

Got alotta faith... Got alotta hate But I gotta debate
Just to keep this shit on my plate I do n't f*ck with no fake
Always keepin' shit straight Everybody got a date
But they push back coz of my tape

You gotta wait for "The Great"
You gotta wait for "The Great"