Picture Me Slim (UK) (Ft. Potter Payper)

[Intro: Slim & Potter Payper]
Picture me
Picture me
Picture me
Picture this, picture little old Slim
Talking half a milli if we're talking bout my SIM
Ayo picture me rolling one-thirty up the M-way
Moving

[Verse 1: Slim]
Picture me, blowing up the motorway like it’s my only option
I get it popping for times that I took losses
I'm getting flashbacks of me serving kitties outta blenders
We probably done the same shit but with different agendas
I really tried to put niggas on but it didn't work
I went jail, came home and went back, I just never learn
I feel like the prison time’s fucking with my head
You ever felt like the karma's kinda fucking with your bread?
This is motorway music
Take a loss but it's nothing cah the phone's going stupid
I got bagged up in Lucy's
Selling point ones of crack, I don't need to prove shit
I'm getting flashbacks of serving off of sofas
I was cooking in the caravan, I'm high off the ammonia
Everybody wants to talk but never ask how I’m coping
I feel to go and hit the strip and hope that nobody notices