Picture Me Rollin
Picture me rollin', tippin' my chauffeur
Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it
Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda
Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer
Steppin' on roaches, me and my locsters
Just tryna get over, tryin' not to get swallowed by locusts
Tryna stay focused, kinda like Moses
Like somebody chose us, this weight on my shoulder
I feel these emotions, but still, I keep going
A pen to a poet, I been through the motions
I'm feelin' heroic
But life is a dice game, and I dare you to blow it
You might get a strike, man, but that ain't gon' pay for the strollers
It's never enough to console her, tell her, "Your daddy, he a soldier"
She needs you right now at this moment, not dead on your back pushing roses
To me, I'm just carvin' a sculpture and fine-tunin' my approaches
Doublin' back 'cause I own her, the moment of truth is upon us
Call them promoters, ayy
Picture me rollin'
With my friends, not worried
When we get stopped by the police (picture me rollin', hol' up)
Gotta make it home to my baby (picture me rollin')
'Cause these days niggas goin' crazy (picture me rollin')
Gotta make it home to my baby
'Cause these days that save me
Gotta make it home to my baby (hol' up)
Hol' up, yeah, look
I bet I'ma make it home to my baby (yeah, I bet I'ma make it)
Bang-bang, uh, yeah
I bet I'ma make it home to my baby, mmm (I bet, I bet I'ma)
I said, I bet I'ma make it home to you, baby (hol' up)
Niggas look jealous, you gotta control it
Reachin' my quota, mixin' my soda
Feeling connected to God, tryna get closer
Steppin' on roaches, me and my locsters
Just tryna get over, tryin' not to get swallowed by locusts
Tryna stay focused, kinda like Moses
Like somebody chose us, this weight on my shoulder
I feel these emotions, but still, I keep going
A pen to a poet, I been through the motions
I'm feelin' heroic
But life is a dice game, and I dare you to blow it
You might get a strike, man, but that ain't gon' pay for the strollers
It's never enough to console her, tell her, "Your daddy, he a soldier"
She needs you right now at this moment, not dead on your back pushing roses
To me, I'm just carvin' a sculpture and fine-tunin' my approaches
Doublin' back 'cause I own her, the moment of truth is upon us
Call them promoters, ayy
Picture me rollin'
With my friends, not worried
When we get stopped by the police (picture me rollin', hol' up)
Gotta make it home to my baby (picture me rollin')
'Cause these days niggas goin' crazy (picture me rollin')
Gotta make it home to my baby
'Cause these days that save me
Gotta make it home to my baby (hol' up)
Hol' up, yeah, look
I bet I'ma make it home to my baby (yeah, I bet I'ma make it)
Bang-bang, uh, yeah
I bet I'ma make it home to my baby, mmm (I bet, I bet I'ma)
I said, I bet I'ma make it home to you, baby (hol' up)
Credits
Writer(s): Altariq Samad Salaam Crapps, Ermias Asghedom, Jake Dutton, John Wesley Groover, Michael Ray Jr. Cox
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