GT - Nicotine (Picture Me) lyrics

[Chorus] You can picture me rollin/ like I ain't got a dime or no worry in this world so you can call it what you want/ and if you picture me rollin you can see I don't play sh** pistol in my hand now everybody wanna be friends and sh**/ if you picture on this side you know I still stay wit the gat you know my story right/ just picture, picture, picture, picture me rollin/ just picture, picture, picture, picture me rollin [Verse 1] Picture me in a set up and how I whooped your a**/ picture me beneath the dirt no time to react/ picture me inside the solitary mind of a k**er and shooting at the cops cuz I just wanna be another trigger/ picture me to ride and picture me to never die like I was living in a circle cuz all I do is hide/ and I can make sure you don't make it home for Christmas make it look like I hit and missed it/ a fo-fo bulldog and you can picture everything in the life from the sheets/ to the sheets to the freaks I ain't yawning/ I just gotta whip the coals from my eyes you picture me ready to die/ cuz I'm the man in the cash suit looking real pitiful cash rules everything around me except for hoes/ I don't wanna explain how I'm a target in this game and when you target everybody wanna sh** on your name/ for the fame/ I would trade it for silence of the game cuz these rappers whack and don't deserve to say my name/ I move mountains like Moses except I don't need water to show ya [Chorus] [Verse 2] And I know what life you live cuz no matter where I go I can't take this sh** I just pull the fo-fo out and finish this sh**/ cuz you was more than a b**h than a trick I got the gun co*ked ready to hear ya permanent silence/ I pull the bulldog out ready for violence as he latches to your soul we will forever decide this/ I can picture you not breathing I can picture me getting sea sick of this weak sh**/ I call the four shots and I ain't taking no chance if he runs up on my hood and I ain't thinking bout Maverick/ this hoe a** b**h wanna talk bout game/ the only thing you got is the tank and the spheric acid in ya brain/ f** it I'ma let him die/ f** it I'ma let him try/ cross my path again hope he ready to die/ and if he ain't I'ma put a hole in his back/ and it ain't tricking if you got it and I already got it/ so if I offend you I'm sorry I'm actually sorry cuz I love hearing you b**hes cry cuz of something I said on a song [Chorus] [Verse 3 repeats 2x] For the k**as on the left and d-boys on the right/ just picture, picture, picture, picture me rollin/ for the cats on the phone and the boys in the back/ just picture, picture, picture, picture me rollin/ if you sick of all this sh** and you just wanna quit then put your hands in the air and fist pump to that sh**/ you know how it is when I roll through the block/ just picture, picture, picture, picture me rollin [Chorus]