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Life ain’t easy but that’s not in my mental Thinking on a positive not for my credentials When I was at my mama’s I was thinking presidential Made it this far without signing next two initials Rapping like a maniac but I’m so instrumental Making it back from Germany to South Central Lyrics don’t got no color, we all struggle Reach success, next week we all stumble Sean, stick to beats, the punch lines is weak While I’m chilling in my suite with a cigar between my teeth Sweet – the feeling I get When I play no modern lyrics, they love to talk shit Shit, I’m feeling myself and I’m humble at the same damn time Lyrically I’m a beast and I have a beast on pay Rappers like me, rappers like me, that is truly hard to find Spit that real, keep it trill, you gon witness all the time I promise, yea yea I wanna be that inspiration for you to keep moving Never cruising over here I swear we making a moving History up in the making, they gon use this as ever This didn’t believe, now they screaming for me to just let them in Fluctuating personalities, they thought it was a dream I’m sorry, this reality Misunderstood, call me black Picasso when I’m spittin Letras de cancionesFreestyle, fuck it, I got a hell over Britain Hello Britain, I just hope that I’m forgiven Hello Britain, you probly don’t even get it Black Picasso, Black Picasso, Black Picasso… Black, black, black Can’t go to mama, I’m a big boy now Can’t go to father cuz father never was around Still got the spirit of an angel on earth Think my grandma forgiven my mama birth Now I’m blessing you with words, if you ever feel the need to reverse Just play this verse first before you encounter the worse I got a call from a friend, he ain’t doing too good He said he working overtime just to get out the hood And he a single daddy of two, I told him: push through Cuz mama birthday came around me after vision or two, see Someone always got it harder than you I said the sky ain’t always blue But it will be soon, reminiscing when I was in my room Burning calories, sweating in the hot ass booth It feels good when they telling me that I am the truth Listen to this again and tell me this ain’t proof It feels good when they telling me that I am the truth Listen to this again and tell me this ain’t proof Black Picasso, Picasso, Picasso.. Black Picasso, Picasso, Picasso.. Black Picasso, Picasso, Picasso.. Black Picasso, Picasso, Picasso.. Black Picasso, Picasso, Picasso.. Black Picasso, Picasso, Picasso.. Black, black, black Black Picasso, Black Picasso, Black Picasso… Black, black, black Black Picasso, Black Picasso, Black Picasso… From Letras Mania