Picture Me Rollin’ lyrics

[Verse One]
Crusin down the main line
With a nine incase these n*ggas try to take mine
Shells hit his apple, in the hood we call that "facetime"
With this sh*t and if you think different then you done lost your damn mind
Ridin in a suburban with sh*t 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 b*tches muzzled
My brothers taught me how to keep a hustle
And shoot first if a n*gga touch you
Writin my n*ggas in the pen to keep em updated
Caught the next day, but a n*gga up faded
sh*t 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 n*gga in the grind only get better with time

[Hook]
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 n*ggas dont try me cause I'm holdin
Drivin slow smokin
But if you don't see me out just picture a n*gga rollin
[Verse Two]
Top back screamin out "Money ain't a thang!"
In a 5.0 lookin like a 93 Kane
n*ggas 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 n*gga on so these b*tches down for chillin
But I don't want relations, once I f*ck, a n*gga dippin
The lord is my witness
I'm like what with these hoes
f*ck em, never love em
n*ggas gotta stick to the code
I gotta get to the dough
Cause a ho don't want no broke n*gga
On no low stackin figures
Why hate when you can stunt with us?
Pour out some liquor for my n*ggas who ain't here
And let them shots fly before a n*gga shed a tear
I'll probably drive by, pistol grippin while I steer
Wasn't sh*t last year, now I'm sh*ttin on my peers

[Hook]