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Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Y you bitches think that im still playing,

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Its the same thing ever y day, it strikes some people as odd.

While all those ships go tips(y)

Bitch, they call it motor city

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

'coz how the fuck can you be friends with a craz-y

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

So the image will be captured when thoes kids ask y life aint fair