Pretty Picture - RATKING

See children

What does it all mean?

It means that dirty money never brings any luck, nah

It only brings misery, despair, and disgrace

Nahmsayin'?

I know Tribeca kids seen more bodies than a thug

9/11 Yo this shit was bugged

Two bugs splat assed under Brooklyn

To a lot of cats looking back thats all it was

Thinking that we won, Thinking that we done

Dumb

Tell that shit to my pops cus'

What its like a city slicker gritty ripper

Of silly stickers or city fixtures (what, what)

A philly splitter

Had to wait ass gravitate to a pretty figure

Gave me wood rub and tug enough for fifty splinters

All these little biddys up in my little bitty fingers

We some mutts mick spic skinny niggas

Say word if these words paint a pretty picture

So every mother with a stroller Eyeing me when I roll up

Know your kids gonna be just like me when he grows up

Just watch as he gets older saggy pants slang lang and ain’t kosher

Coming home late to dinner he ain’t sober

Don’t blame it on the way that Wiki do’s it

New York will leave you gritty and foolish its our city influence

The same stupid kids on your stoop getting zooted

What you gonna do bitch?

You don’t wanna move bitch

In a metropolis where its getting polished but its still ruthless

City Slicker, Gritty ripper

Philly splitter, Guinea nigga

Trouble in my eyes

City fixture

Say word if these words paint a pretty picture

Yous just an average ass cat with a gun they let you shoot

Protecting who?

Strictly for the revenue

Always hear «Hey get over here!»

Brings me total fear when it goes in my ear

Even when I’m sober and clear

Its like they see the trouble in my eyes

I’m drunk so every cop I see double in my eyes

Against the car thinking of my rebuttal but I’m high

So I can’t think of an enough subtle of a lie

Who am I hurting?

Why are you searching?

Why are you

Ruining my day?

Aren’t you learning?

You don’t make no difference just take those tickets

Make your living taking his living

I hate it ain’t wit it, Nah

My boy sold he got taken right in its

Like I use to sell weed but it all went to my head

Not for real though I smoked it all, ended up in debt

Told my connect, robbed by some veteran thats vexed

But I write on point my rhetorics the best

With the soul of a five point resident and stressed

Every time I spit a five point tenement gets (?)

But that don’t matter now pending for arrest

Murdered some tourist who wouldn’t lend me cigarettes

Betting that I get

Life in prison might be spitting bull shit if you like it listen hype the vision

Hyper off that hypertension DT’s got sniper vision I ain’t kidding

Block been hot since 9/11

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We some mutts thinking that we done dumb

We some mutts we some mutts we some mutts