Picasso Baby

I just want a Picasso, in mi casa I mean my castle, I'm a hassa No I'm a asshole I'm never Satisfied can't knock my hustle... The new Russell, Simmons or its Crowe, oh From the beginning, Killin em wit the flow Im winning wit the growth, oh The dress code like woah, it's retro I'm in Depeche Mode, go I said so therefore it's the truth, oooh There ain't nuttin to fear more than the proof Cos when I let loose and bruise wit my abuse So the recluse is excused and I'm accused But get a loada that, I ain't holdin it back The rat pack blessed wit rap in all black Scratch that and address the facts and all stats Handclap, or guess the catch I'm all that I'm a, minimalist I'mma Killem wit this A villain for this, I shud make a million wit this I'm chillin wit this U shud see the linen I'm in, give em a miss Cos there ain't nothin realer than him let's win! All together though see me in my leather coat, will I shine? Give it time u never know, will I climb to the o2 on the flat screen And lap these, hopefuls and has-beens, listen old sport I'm a Gatsby This nigga is so Port quite frankly, lookin on my wall tryna score me a Banksy Zsa Zsa Gabor my lord they ain't happy, why would they be? Why should they be? It's all lies how could they B? Like man I'm so alive why would they sleep Sometimes I let it slide that's a good day G No conscience, thought it's all nonsense Then they saw my Aura port to Wisconsin All aboard I'm awesome can't taunt em Wit the Amy ahhhhh I'm Mark Ronson I produce shit wow I'm the new shit All my life in a sewer I been through shit Yeah I learned to manoeuvre, in a coupe wit a 10 playin Laura M'vula Been the truth since, thought I could get the success overnight Niggas be gettin upset and over hype Claiming they into weight but they over light I'm just sayin I been a slave to the coldest nights And I don't know u or owe u shit Already told u, now go through behold the gift I'm the first 4 spots i can throw u fifth a hotshot in top notch I can show u rich let's go!