Superstar - Painting Pictures

2 am, the night still young

you live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun

ain't no handouts for nobody

when i ain't had shit, they ain't offer me nothin'

when i'm quiet, i be thinking 'bout killings

a lot of niggas bitch-made, stay in they feelings

saving these hoes, this shit here pitiful

all these lil' bitty bitches my chillens, ooh

and mama, don't worry

you raised a gangster, i'm a survivor

it hurt me

not being able to give you what you want since i was a toddler

shout out to my pops for all the free game

everything you ever told me, it stuck in my brain

real og status and like to make a change

shedded tears writin' this, seen so much pain