Picture Me Kendrick Speaks by REASON Lyrics
[Intro]
T-H-E-O
Soul!
REASON
Soulful!
Like
And they be like
[Verse 1]
They be like picture me rollin', picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
(T-H-E-O)
I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna focus better
No more dealin' with fake niggas, I don't address 'em
We all got hood families, I know the coldest felons
So you could talk all you want but keep it copacetic
Please don't, please don't bring the hood out a nigga
Lately lookin' for a chick that bring the good out a nigga
I been blowin' 'cause I'm stressed, you got ass and some breasts
Ironic that smokin' body bring the kush out a nigga (T-H-E-O)
Uh, smokin' with the homies leave my mind dazed
Rather be loaded 'cause blunts fuck up the mind frame
But give me a bad bitch, couple shots and some Sade
Couple hours later, have a mind play and mind games
'Cause I done see many women just broken up
With they nigga and figured we ain't close enough to get it crackin'
But when saw that liquor soakened up
Closed hearts turned into drunk thoughts, she opened up
Feelin' bad as a pull up this Bacardi
All this drunk sex got me feelin' like a Cosby
I guess it's a thin line between us and Bill
But what's the real difference between a shot and pills? (T-H-E-O)
[Hook]
Uh, they both get you fucked up
So she popped one and she like
Picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
[Verse 2]
Picture me like two fingers in a thumb bangin' 60 crip
Until them niggas [?] just don't exist
I get it, we all got vices and shit
It's just a shame when that vice turn to a crisis and shit
Then bang, a single mother get that sad call to her phone
And now she questionin' God and why he did her wrong
'Cause her son was just a kid on the honor roll
Caught a stray bullet while walkin' up out designer stores
They was bangin' on 'em Piru niggas
And if you hang with 'em, fuck it you can die too, nigga
This is Cali, why not live to the stereotype?
Sad part is that the mother gotta bury him, right?
Always want to be a lawyer or a doctor
Get his mama out of Compton
But the homie beef with them Bloods, got him killed
Bang, his brains all over his shoulder
And get to accomplish shitty wonder as he gettin' older
[Hook]
He just want to put his mama in a Rover
So he could toll her
Mama, picture you rollin' (T-H-E-O)
Picture you rollin', picture you rollin'
Look at you rollin', look at you
'Cause Mama, you deserve it, but now I'm murdered
And I can't picture you rollin', tried to stay away from the danger
Stray bullet turned your son to an angel
[Verse 3]
Now picture the game without the politics
And without social media always hypin' it (T-H-E-O)
The other day was on my studio floor
Then I ran across the cypher and the GX4
Like damn, most of these niggas barely aight
Another example of people in it for the hype
It's all about the money, gold, and bitches
Cars, hoes, and liquors
Chains and no gimmicks, it's fucked up
Now picture if this shit was 'bout the dopest writtens
Not a cosign, but focused on the coldest lyrics
Who would be the best comin' out the West?
Think about it, give you a hint
There's a reason why they don't speak about me
This verse gon' have a lot of niggas hate a nigga
But fuck it, I'm as bold as a racist nigga (T-H-E-O)
In the middle of Watts sharin' thoughts 'bout how you feel
We all deal crack, fuck that
[Outro: REASON & Kendrick Lamar]
Nigga, picture me rollin' (Yugh)
I said picture me rollin'
Nigga, picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
So soulful
Picture you rollin', mama look at me rollin' (T-H-E-O)
In the danger, stray bullet turned your son to an angel
The reason why every- we on Earth today
You, me, him, her, all these different, uh- walks of life
It's all a test, it's almost like an experiment, God's experiment
When are we gon' understand that we are put on Earth to love?
That's all it's about!
Everybody wanna figure out how complicated life is and break it down
This is what I truly think
I really think that it's gonna keep goin' on
World gon' keep goin', frustrations will keep goin' on
Anger will keep goin' on, 'til we finally get back down to the simplest word: love
And when God sees that, then we have the answer
But until then, it's gon' be warfare
T-H-E-O
Soul!
REASON
Soulful!
Like
And they be like
[Verse 1]
They be like picture me rollin', picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
(T-H-E-O)
I'm just tryna, I'm just tryna focus better
No more dealin' with fake niggas, I don't address 'em
We all got hood families, I know the coldest felons
So you could talk all you want but keep it copacetic
Please don't, please don't bring the hood out a nigga
Lately lookin' for a chick that bring the good out a nigga
I been blowin' 'cause I'm stressed, you got ass and some breasts
Ironic that smokin' body bring the kush out a nigga (T-H-E-O)
Uh, smokin' with the homies leave my mind dazed
Rather be loaded 'cause blunts fuck up the mind frame
But give me a bad bitch, couple shots and some Sade
Couple hours later, have a mind play and mind games
'Cause I done see many women just broken up
With they nigga and figured we ain't close enough to get it crackin'
But when saw that liquor soakened up
Closed hearts turned into drunk thoughts, she opened up
Feelin' bad as a pull up this Bacardi
All this drunk sex got me feelin' like a Cosby
I guess it's a thin line between us and Bill
But what's the real difference between a shot and pills? (T-H-E-O)
[Hook]
Uh, they both get you fucked up
So she popped one and she like
Picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
Picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
[Verse 2]
Picture me like two fingers in a thumb bangin' 60 crip
Until them niggas [?] just don't exist
I get it, we all got vices and shit
It's just a shame when that vice turn to a crisis and shit
Then bang, a single mother get that sad call to her phone
And now she questionin' God and why he did her wrong
'Cause her son was just a kid on the honor roll
Caught a stray bullet while walkin' up out designer stores
They was bangin' on 'em Piru niggas
And if you hang with 'em, fuck it you can die too, nigga
This is Cali, why not live to the stereotype?
Sad part is that the mother gotta bury him, right?
Always want to be a lawyer or a doctor
Get his mama out of Compton
But the homie beef with them Bloods, got him killed
Bang, his brains all over his shoulder
And get to accomplish shitty wonder as he gettin' older
[Hook]
He just want to put his mama in a Rover
So he could toll her
Mama, picture you rollin' (T-H-E-O)
Picture you rollin', picture you rollin'
Look at you rollin', look at you
'Cause Mama, you deserve it, but now I'm murdered
And I can't picture you rollin', tried to stay away from the danger
Stray bullet turned your son to an angel
[Verse 3]
Now picture the game without the politics
And without social media always hypin' it (T-H-E-O)
The other day was on my studio floor
Then I ran across the cypher and the GX4
Like damn, most of these niggas barely aight
Another example of people in it for the hype
It's all about the money, gold, and bitches
Cars, hoes, and liquors
Chains and no gimmicks, it's fucked up
Now picture if this shit was 'bout the dopest writtens
Not a cosign, but focused on the coldest lyrics
Who would be the best comin' out the West?
Think about it, give you a hint
There's a reason why they don't speak about me
This verse gon' have a lot of niggas hate a nigga
But fuck it, I'm as bold as a racist nigga (T-H-E-O)
In the middle of Watts sharin' thoughts 'bout how you feel
We all deal crack, fuck that
[Outro: REASON & Kendrick Lamar]
Nigga, picture me rollin' (Yugh)
I said picture me rollin'
Nigga, picture me rollin', picture me rollin'
So soulful
Picture you rollin', mama look at me rollin' (T-H-E-O)
In the danger, stray bullet turned your son to an angel
The reason why every- we on Earth today
You, me, him, her, all these different, uh- walks of life
It's all a test, it's almost like an experiment, God's experiment
When are we gon' understand that we are put on Earth to love?
That's all it's about!
Everybody wanna figure out how complicated life is and break it down
This is what I truly think
I really think that it's gonna keep goin' on
World gon' keep goin', frustrations will keep goin' on
Anger will keep goin' on, 'til we finally get back down to the simplest word: love
And when God sees that, then we have the answer
But until then, it's gon' be warfare