Blind - Nacho Picasso

Sometimes I just don’t feel like talking

Bitches trying to take selfies

Niggas trying to get features

Nigga I’m fucking, one bump away from dying

You in my face talking about a collab

I’m overindulgent

I’m overimpulsive

You bowling with rodents

I’m rolling with moses

I’m changing the Solstice, I’m rolling with no tense

I grew up from the concrete I rose with the roses

I’m focused and just so just above the bogus

Hocus pocus 3 witches let them stay on the sofas

Cause i’m famous if you hang with us am a banger for

Are you brainless or just gameless

She’s been banging like monsters

Gosh darn it I’m popular

You can’t see with your eyes get a binoculars

Fuck words I came through with them choppers first

Not a verse, but a hearse, might stop his thirst

Yea these niggas got but its not the first

I take your baby momma out just to rob her purse

A nigga keep them schrooms like he Papa Smurf

Gargamel been off a pill, watch him pop a Perc

Nacho

I’m blind

I can’t see

I’m blind

I’m blind

(I can’t see)

Fuck my glass my vision’s right

My bitch is white that shit is tight

My drink is pink I mix that sprite

I keep it close I grip it tight

I like it dark don’t flip the light

I like to bark I’m finna bite

I’m in the sky I been the guy

I’m getting laid I’m getting high

I’m getting paid and then I’ll die

Get a babe in the afterlife

Marry her and get a back up wife

In my backup life, come back like Christ

I’m river phoenix not phoenix jones

I’ll get her fiending and leave her alone

I’m off the leash I’m free to roam

I put the bitch on speaker phone

I ain’t a pawn, I ate your prawns

I’ll wave a wand and make em gone

More Jesse James than James Bond

I’m not a bond I’m shadow con

Cellcom with a bag of crom

Pack a bond and a shadow con

Expensive clothes with the tag all on

Hit her strong but they pack her wrong

Cap a don, I’ll cap a don

I’m Django with shackles gone

Came over with a catalog

Game over my hat along

Same pose with my rap on down

Same pose with the pots all gone

Whites whores with my sat alone

I said I’m seattle rhyme