P.I.C

By KIL

Released on July 8, 2016

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[Verse 1]

Watch on my wrist I been watching the time

And clock any fuck who puts thought in my mind

That I'm gonna fall and I don't tell 'em why

But me and the music just partners in crime

But me and the music just partners in crime

Like Bonnie and Clyde

They don't know who so I thought I'd rewind

Every day as a baby I pouted and cried

They threw me a beat wasn't bout it but tried

Brought Sid in now we outstanding inside

Stuck in these thoughts in Loudoun and lies

If it doesn't make sense start counting the dimes

We living in NOVA, without adding cain its the cause of the pain

Selling your soul is a ticket to paying off the cost of the fame

So you tryna see whos here to stay

I'm sticking to surface like paint you fading like sidewalk chalk in the rain

Lately eyes been lazered to the paper,not talking currency

The paper that say the problems I seen currently

But nowadays everybody's a critic

Cancer sticks I never lit it

This tape is when I announce yo

That living where 6 hunnid thousand, a house hold

While fuckers who 10 miles away in apartments on the couch cold

The difference is that ain't ya business to witness 'em living in practical prison

Bill don't seem scary till you add em up is it?

The way that I'm spitting they glad I'm not missing

Any bs, I'll leave you in woods where animals pissing


[Verse 2]

Real homies can count them on one hand like I'm 9 again

They asked me to spit a line or 10

They talk the shit they behind bars, but only talk it when it's over cell

They say they carried tecs, guess they mean delivered texts, over message

Claim they got the stoner essence

I'm speedin' this shit up my mouth got a motor setting

Born a day away from Otis Redding

Painting a pic in your head with no edit

A white kid might pull up if he offended

With a shotgun along with the sleekest coat

Harsh bar?, wasn't even my weakest blow

I ain't even gotta spit these bars to knock these readers cold

Knew I would make it when I was 3 years old

Rather go down real then phony but to each is own

Bars I'll always keep it honest in mine

Cause at the end me and the music just partners in crime