Picture Me This Way

No, they ain't picture me this way
I remember they use to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe, other half go in the kitchen cabinet

I got 'em sick that they stomach starting to have it no way
Shitting on 'em in public like I ain't got no manners
Bank account on fleek, I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters to come see me 'cause I know they can't stand it
They drowned trying to ride my wave
They couldn't surf no more
I look Ma Dukes in the face like we ain't gon' hurt no more
I'm healing from a heartbreak, I done been hurt before
Now everyone around me paid and rocking Christian Dior
Got everyone in my face like, "When the tape gon' drop?"
Reading the comments on my page, like when the hate gon' stop?
Shooters hitting my line like, "When the cake gon' drop?"
Got the key to my city, I got the gates on lock
Eighty-thousand on diamonds that's on a new wrist watch
As long as it's shining, no it ain't got to tick tock
I fell in love with designer, she really love my drip-drop
I really came from the trenches, that's why I love them grip Glocks
Down on my dick, I ain't have shit so I had to go get it
Pouring codeine inside my drink so I can handle my feelings
Praying to God that it don't rain 'cause I got cracks in my ceiling
Look out my window watching J's served in the back of the building
Kind of hard to leave the game, I'm trying to stack up a million
It's kind of hard to stack your change when you're constantly giving
It's kind of hard to kill the drink when day to night you be sipping
It's kind of hard to leave the streets when that's the life that you living
It's kind of hard to maintain when they all in your business
It's kind of hard to switch lanes when they want your position

No, they ain't picture me this way
I remember they use to laugh at me
Now when I walk up on the stage
All the bitches, they love to grab at me
Through these Cartier shades
I see the hate, why they mad at me?
Couple thousand in the safe, other half go in the kitchen cabinet

I got 'em sick that they stomach starting to have it no way
Shitting on 'em in public like I ain't got no manners
Bank account on fleek, I know they hate I got my balance
I told my haters to come see me 'cause I know they can't stand it