PAINTING A PICTURE

[Intro]
D-Zeus
Ay, Black Gaza shit
Garry you killed this one
We're smokin' all your dead friends
Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold

[Chorus]
Don't chill on my block, you might get bored
Bro fed that nigga some lead, didn't use pencils and blood got drawn (Baow, baow)
Don't try blame that nigga for running
I wanna pull his eyeball out of his head, so I understand why he ran from me
I stamped on Akin's head so much, he can probably remember the smell of my feet

[Verse 1]
When I chinged BC in his neck in jail, he ran, he was tryna escape
Dickhead yute, must've thought that he was a character in Prison Break
Bro was pissed when he creeped and aimed
If the gun never jammed when bro got close, then Savbo's nose would've got blown off his face
Beckton'K and we're also Custom'K, your nigga got neutralized
Free JT, he's riding the bird, these birds have wings but they don't fly
Grinna got killed in his local shop, the shopkeeper just left him to die
My eyes are the same color as his blood when I roll him up and I get high
That IC3 try mentioning me, don't stunt for the net, you are not that guy (Nerd)
He got forced to do star jumps and push-ups, he must like exercise
Z10 still chills with the guy that chinged him, clearly, he must not mind
He became a gang member at the age of twenty-one, so I'm not surprised (Patty)
Stab man's face 'till he's looking deformed
Wet man more, blood and flesh on my sword then it's looks like bits of Prom (Wet him, wet him)
R9 shot that yute in the alley
Splash one of man with a 40 calley, the gun was hot, nearly burnt itself
With the end of the barrel, 2 v 10 man, knows that he has me

[Bridge]
Can't press pause, this ain't the PlayStation pad, the game don't stop 'til you're dead
I'll step 'round there with my circle, tryna cut a triangle in your flesh
They're all upset 'cah they wanna get square, and we're the reason that their friend got X'd
They wanna get back but they ain't got a heart, so they put P's on our head instead (Nerd)

[Verse 2]
I'm painting a picture, this is non-fiction
The feds put us in the frame for some murders, I heard he got chalked up
Nigga, try come to the Waters and talk up
Pull out the gun and got smacked in his face with the gun in his hand, but it never gets brought up
Cheff man down 'til he starts vomiting that the food he ate that day gets brought up
Nigga try run from me through a shortcut, ended up knocking on civilians' doors
If that civ' didn't drag you in, then you've might not been on this earth no more
Promise ain't on this earth no more (P)
Ace ain't on this earth no more (Ace)
Bro weren't tryna wrestle when he went over there, tryna smack man with a 40 rose
I am a demon livin' on Earth
Promise is an angel livin' in heaven
Blackwater's the real side of the 7th, the other side take nuff L's from my members
I am a demon livin' on Earth
Promise is an angel livin' in heaven (Ayy)
Blackwater's the real side of the 7th, the other side take nuff L's from my members

[Chorus]
Don't chill on my block, you might get bored
Bro fed that nigga some lead, didn't use pencils and blood got drawn (Baow, baow)
Don't try blame that nigga for running
I wanna pull his eyeball out of his head, so I understand why he ran from me
I stamped on Akin's head so much, he can probably remember the smell of my feet

[Outro]
A's upside down, G's upside down
Bruddas With Corruption shit
Fuck all the dead opps
Ay, Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold
Gang, gang, gang
DZeus
Mhmhmhm, Garry you killed this one