The PaK - Pick Me Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Ginger-Vitus] Paint pictures with my mind Real rappers know the kind I keep my eyes low and rhyme Things will be good in time Do dimes But don't do well with change I've had visions of whippin' around a Range Criss cross genres, you could say I'm switching lanes I'm like a lion in this game, king in this jungle Make them hard hits, but I never fumble My vision is tunnel, but I can't see the end Some beats and some lyrics, its a simple plan I've been writing since I held a crayon But I ain't with that child sh** I smoke and chill on some Black & Mild sh** Going far in this game no matter the mileage Get this money and pile it [Verse 2: Luke Flywalker] Want my pockets filled with paper I ain't with the sick behavior f** with me and minutes later Eat you like vanilla wafers Bros are faded, hittin' vapors Brain's more like a calculator My success is probably why you haters slit your wrists with razors Mind your manners daily planner filled with missing answers Chillin' low key like the brother of Thor, I'm throwing hammers You wanna see my dick you need a panoramic camera Send you back to Alabama where you're sippin' Fanta Hunting down the beats so fiercely Getting all these bucks in Vermont, I call it deer meat All star in the game, and you just cheer lead Tell ya'll what's up like 'Hear Ye, Hear Ye' Hear me, It's hard from way up here, we high off jet fuel Now my eyes look more Asian than a med-school Rap delirious, why so serious Fly as Pterodactyls back in the jura**ic period Never miss a beat People think I'm trickin' till I'm at their house, trick-or-treat Lyrical acid, here's a sheet I'm high off life, and drunk off her love This rap sh**'s like coffee, always picking me up