(Hook)
I peep that they was lyin
So now I'm on they neck
Its money on my mind
HoodMade till the death
You known me all this time
Tell me when I ever sweat
I was focused on my grind
I just couldn't picture this
(Verse 1)
I was stuck
Ain't nobody wanna help
But I never gave up
I depended on myself
Now a nigga came up
Just imagine how it felt
Ina everyday struggle
Still pushin for success
Ain't never been a sucker
How good is yo finesse
What I learn from the trouble
Is to know what to expect
When I lost my brother
You don't know how I had felt
Grandma in the hospital
And Ima under arrest
I done lost some niggas
And some of em switch
I can tell ya I remember
Sendin work through UPS
I been totin pistols
Consider nothin less
Tell me how you figure
It would all lead to this
(Hook)
I peep that they was lyin
So now I'm on they neck
Its money on my mind
HoodMade till the death
You known me all this time
Tell me when I ever sweat
I was focused on my grind
I just couldn't picture this
Picture This was written by Marquis Gilliard.
Flya released Picture This on Wed Nov 20 2019.