Empty Pictures

Hook:
I was searching for my soul
I think I really found it
I was searching for my soul
I think I really found it

Verse 1:
Lil boy in the hood no pictures on his wall
Yet he start to fantasize and dream about it all
Thinking to himself that one day he'll become something
He close his eyes and start to cry because he sees nothing
I admit I lost myself when Grandma died from cancer
Back in the room I grew up in searching for an answer
Dad talking to me bout the future so I set a standard
We got into it cause I wished he would’ve loved me faster
I felt like he wouldn't around when I stop wearing pampers
Out inside the world where violence been the answer
Look up to niggas who didn't know me or know I exist
And when you live the way we live you learn to clutch yo fist
Flashback to high school know I’m younger bout to drop a diss
She didn't deserve that she was lost and then it made me pissed
Got back together shit went south before we made a fix
And I grew up to be this nigga known as making hits
Wait I'm off track
Let's take to back to February 5th
I'm in the room spazzing out and almost bout to quit
Called up mama said I love you but it made me sick
Cause I was hiding from my problems that could make me rich
Sister text me she like Tony bro he wasn't it
Another nigga who done lied and cheated you with pics
He played my shit and then talked to me by giving tips
Man fuck that nigga we should slide on him the next eclipse
She wish she could give me a niece for to hold and kiss
And I could see a different world where Niggas full of shit
Hate how you live cause when this pay off Imma give you slips
Full of dollars with a comma that are more than six
Shit listen to me

Hook:
Know I got you
Ain't no way around it
I was searching for soul
I think I really found it
Know I got you
Ain't no way around it
I was searching for soul
I think I really found it
Know I got you
Ain’t no way around it
I was searching for soul
I think I really found it
Know I got you
Ain’t no way around it
I was searching for soul
I think I really found it

Verse 2:
Caterpillars grow they wings when in isolation
Prolly why the music I been making been the greatest
Call me a poor rapper or somebody courageous
Seem like everyday I come up they address me as famous
Pill popping addicts on these streets walking by my window
Crazy they were normal people or somebody's hero
I pray for balance in this world so he set us equal
Niggas round these parts seeking money too deceitful
Handouts and rag ties hanging in pockets Nigga
Same Niggas who put layaways in they stockings Nigga
Same Niggas who don’t do the talking but the walking Nigga
Once he they let that 40 loose I swear its like a rocket Nigga
Some live and learn others dying by the street code
Talk to a brother who had went to college bout his people
He said he not from my parts but he can see the equal
Cause he been getting tired of the things we never see shown