Picture Me Rollin' - Joey Fatts, Mike, Keys

Crusin down the main line

With a nine incase these niggas try to take mine

Shells hit his apple, in the hood we call that «facetime»

With this shit and if you think different then you done lost your damn mind

Ridin in a suburban with shit for purchase

Ain’t goin back to my pockets hurtin, that’s for certain

Probably hittin a lick if I ain’t on the block servin

Osama with these llamas, I’m in your house with turban

Just the struggle of the young and troubled

On the block with the rock I make it triple double

Got cold game to keep my bitches muzzled

My brothers taught me how to keep a hustle

And shoot first if a nigga touch you

Writin my niggas in the pen to keep em updated

Caught the next day, but a nigga up faded

Shit I’m gettin wasted, ongoing cases

So give me a reason why I should not be squeezing

Leave you leakin with this 45, I’m Jordan in '94

Ahead of my time, ain’t heard of my kind before

Name a veteran prime that’s better than mine

Young nigga in the grind only get better with time

Picture me rollin

Neck and wrist frozen and swisher sweet blowin

In the coup that I pile all the hoes in

You know they golden

Switchin me and friends

We do this every weekened

Ball even on the off-season

Stuntin with my team and

Bottles pop while these hoes jock

When it stop we gon pile em in the drop

And these niggas dont try me cause I’m holdin

Drivin slow smokin

But if you don’t see me out just picture a nigga rollin

Top back screamin out «Money ain’t a thang!»

In a 5.0 lookin like a 93 Kane

Niggas gettin paid so the pigs tryna raid

That’s life or this cake, so we shoot em in the face

That’s the price you pay when you snitchin for a livin

Tryna take all we got to feed our children

See a nigga on so these bitches down for chillin

But I don’t want relations, once I fuck, a nigga dippin

The lord is my witness

I’m like what with these hoes

Fuck em, never love em

Niggas gotta stick to the code

I gotta get to the dough

Cause a ho don’t want no broke nigga

On no low stackin figures

Why hate when you can stunt with us?

Pour out some liquor for my niggas who ain’t here

And let them shots fly before a nigga shed a tear

I’ll probably drive by, pistol grippin while I steer

Wasn’t shit last year, now I’m shittin on my peers