Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
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I'm
just a picture
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in a frame
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man, I paint word pictures
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on the canvas of life
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but I don't control the colors
Verse 2
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Yo, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas,
that shit scary
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sometimes I feel ahead of myself
I hear this voice in the back of my mind
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like "Mac maintain, just grind,
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dog, better yourself"
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So what I do?,
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Fm
I take heed and pick up the pace
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can't explain it when I pick
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Cm
up my son & look at my face
Bbm
I'm like a black rose growin' in
the concrete crack in the pavement
there that voice go again "Mac
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practice for greatness,
get paid for them immaculate
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statements"
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Keep thinkin of them hotlines, like a physic,
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I can't explain it
There's no pen when I write it,
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there's nothing like it..
Verse 3
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God damn, what you want from me,
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what you want me to tell you huh?
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Niggas thought that I would stutter huh,
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thought I was dumb
Verse 4
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But I ain't used to use my mind,
Bbm
I used to just... use my 9
and run wild with my boys,
in the streets wild with these wars
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now the Qu'ran and 48 laws,
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they polish my floors
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Cm
I'm moving niggas like puppets with
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Cm
no strings attached
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It's nothin' for Beans, so you know
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it ain't a thing for Mac
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to look in your eyes, see through your heart,
know what you fearin'
pick you apart,
like you niggas is transparent
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(I see right through you niggas)
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It's like Mac was born with
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advanced parents
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I'm like the Sun shining at night,
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imagine it dog,
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I know you want to see me gradually fall
Bbm
but I'm walkin on air,
braking every gravity law
nothing like it...
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Eb
I spit words that skip through air
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let the words of a true thug
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Cm
hit your ear,
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it change colors like blue blood
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Cm
when it hit the air
it's nothin' like it...
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God damn,
Verse 5
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shit, I can't ex plain it
Fuck y'all niggas
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I changed my whole life..
Verse 6
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in about 9months,
Cm
just like sperm in a womb
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these young niggas never
learn 'til they doomed
try to tell them "you can burn young punk,
without smelling the fuse"
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make you shiver in the middle of June,
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paintin' pictures so vivid,
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Cm
you can hang it up in your room
shine bright like a prism,
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displaying colors like Crayola
think of the prisons with straight soldiers
think about the niggas who fucked
us and played over us
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think about the mothers who suffered
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and prayed over us
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Just look at the the picture I've painted,
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it's so perfect
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open your eyes motherfuckers,
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you can't duck us
no survivors every soul shall suffer,
I'm loadin them revolvers
every shell shall touch ya
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I promise I'll light your ass with these mags,
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I'ma bust ya
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God damn it's nothin' like it,
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I'm serious
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Verse 7
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can't explain how I write it..
Outro 1
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