Pictures on the Wall (feat. Tyl3r Davis)

I've been tryna talk to God, but he don't answer when I call
So I call me up a baddie, light one up and brush it off
Know the devil want me gone, but my soul gon still live on
Tryna leave you more than just a picture on a wall
Cause I've been tryna talk to God, but he don't answer when I call
So I call me up a baddie, light one up and brush it off
Know the devil want me gone, but my soul gon still live on
Tryna leave you more than just a picture on a wall

I gotta hustle, I never had a choice
I'm tryna grab a Royce
Keep to myself
They cannot stab my voice
When you down bad they rejoice
But I ain't for that
I wanna see everyone win
The Bible said everyone sins
Well tell em forgive me, cause I gotta drive me a Benz
And knock me a couple of twins
When I be down, I roll up the pressure
Problems get lesser, but they still exist
Times will get better, so I never settle, for now I'm just writin these songs at the crib
Spoke to the devil, one of my several
He want my soul and I wanna get big
And I been a rebel, but I know better
So Ima work hard and thats what it is
The less I believe, the more that I hear
Talkin to God has been one of my fears
What should I say, where do I start, I see the evil in all of my peers
Been through alot, changes and all, I always heard that life isn't fair
I've seen the good, I've seen the bad, whole time I've been lookin right up in the mirror

I've been tryna talk to God, but he don't answer when I call
So I call me up a baddie, light one up and brush it off
Know the devil want me gone, but my soul gon still live on
Tryna leave you more than just a picture on a wall
Cause I've been tryna talk to God, but he don't answer when I call
So I call me up a baddie, light one up and brush it off
Know the devil want me gone, but my soul gon still live on
Tryna leave you more than just a picture on a wall

I came in this shit with a long way to go
Still on the road on all of my goals
I cut my emotions for all to expose
Now blood pouring out, same color as rose
I'm countin gwalla, Versace my toes
I gotta balance the highs and the lows
I got some problems that nobody knows
She got a problem and its up her nose
My heart is cold as the wind when it blows
But I keep pushin, the kush make me float
Like a balloon, rhyme hotter than a summer in June
Outta this world, born on the moon
Spreadin my wings, I'm outta cocoon
The game is cruel, yea I know the rules
But I still show it love, like good afternoon
Big body pushin up to the stu
I tell a hoe to come thru
Bring a friend, Ima bring one too
Now we smokin blunts in the booth
Know that I'm speakin the truth
I do this shit for the youth
Who went through alot of abuse
When me and the money got introduced
It was a dream come true
Bitch
How can I lose

I've been tryna talk to God, but he don't answer when I call
So I call me up a baddie, light one up and brush it off
Know the devil want me gone, but my soul gon still live on
Tryna leave you more than just a picture on a wall
Cause I've been tryna talk to God, but he don't answer when I call
So I call me up a baddie, light one up and brush it off
Know the devil want me gone, but my soul gon still live on
Tryna leave you more than just a picture on a wall

Painting pictures on my wall
Watch em rise and then they fall
They tryna knock me out the game
So I keep my eyes up on the ball
What's the price for all this cost
I chase my goals obtain em all
Got a trick right up my sleeve
Their disguises wont last them for long