Picture That

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be

If you ain't got a dollar to your name

Can you maintain?

Are you lost, are all your thoughts

On the same train?

I been ridin it, doubt

Despite the amount

I've yet to acquire

In my checking account

They checkin me out

They peepin my game

I paid my dues

I even kept my receipt and my change

My life is like a movie

If Siskel hate it then sue me

Fuck a Maybach, I'm straight in the back of this

hooptie

It started out a hobby, became my life

Left my emotions, lonesome, hence the pain I write

Some call it therapy

Some call it rap music

I call it hip-hop

No, no

No trap music

You never seen me heat the pot

To whip the rock

You never seen me creepin down your block

With the Glock

You never seen no diamonds in my chain

Or in my watch

You never seen me in a G5

Or on a yacht

But picture that

Picture this

Picture being poor

Picture being rich

Picture having more

Picture not having shit

Picture that

What a sight to see

Picture you, picture me, picture us, picture we

Together at the top

Where we should be

Speaking of being at the top (Champagne, bottoms up)

I take that back, cause matter of fact

This E and J

Dollar shot

Is hittin the spot

Like a rave

My real niggas give me props

Cause I ain't afraid to say

What I am and what I am not

You had her not

I had like seven dollars knowin I'mma drop five

On that session

As soon as A-chizzle hit the block

Chocolate swisher burn slow

Though I hope it never stop

So I can get high

And accomplish my endeavors

Niggas pullin up in benzes, tellin me that I'm the one

I'm guessin when my clock climaxes then my time'll come

I never shot a gun

But I be killin all y'all raps

Cause all y'all wack

I be joggin on all y'all tracks

I mean so many lines that

I could call you all back, yeah

I could send you all a fax, with all facts

Budget tighter than my bitch's all black bra strap

Grab a digital camera

And

Picture that

Picture this

Picture being poor

Picture being rich

Picture having more

Picture not having shit

Picture that

What a sight to see

Picture you, picture me, picture us, picture we

Together at the top

Where we should be

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be almost a star

Shoot for the moon

Even if you miss

You'll be

In the presence of my gifted ass

Incredible gift of gab

Don't have a cent to spare

But pull up a chair, I'll take you back

To where my Christmases was full of gifts

I surely had

Left Santa milk and cookies

(We miss you Bernie Mac)

Left him a letter

And what do you know, he even wrote my back

I don't remember what it said

But the point is that

Soon as I had to take the role for my own acts

It seemed as though, all my presents started gradually

turnin into coal

I graduated with a car

Four years later that motherfucker's stuck in park

I missed the days we cut through the alley to the limo

park

Or further than that

Nick at Nite, Are you Afraid of the Dark?

I keep these memories on my mind

Cause they define me like Dictionary.com

Bliss kisses ignorance

Pay them unless

Your intelligent

And her pussy be wet as shit

You would come in a flash

Please hold the flash

But picture that

Picture this

Picture being poor

Picture being rich

Picture having more

Picture not having shit

Picture that

What a sight to see

Picture you, picture me, picture us, picture we

Together at the top

Where we should be

Photogenic I are

No need to be camera shy

Hand on the bible, I ain't tellin a lie

We only got one, so I'm livin my life

Photogenic I are

No need to be camera shy

Remember where I been, where I'm going

And I only got one, so I'm livin my life