Picture Me Rollin - THE KID SIXTH B.HOOD

Getting lifted, feeling right Double cup, dirty Sprite Baddest bitch, you know she mine But you know I don't love 'em And you know I don't cuff 'em, no On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she lovin', she lovin' You know I got the homies parked right outside I'm in the blood red Lambo, yellin' "What up five?" Got the killers and them bitches that be ready to ride 'Cause they lovin', they lovin' Picture me rollin', 64 sittin' on treads Picture me rollin', top down, switching lanes Picture me rollin', from VA to LA Picture me rollin', picture me rollin', oh yeah (Oh, yeah) Rolled my weed up for the night (Who tryna smoke with me) See them clouds, you know we high (Too fucked) If you don't smoke girl, it's alright (You know worried 'bout a damn thing) That's more for me so I don't mind (I don't mind) On the West side tryna feel the breeze On a mission tryna fuck with OHB She say she fell in love with the G in me And she lovin', she lovin' You know I got the homies parked right outside I'm in the blood red Lambo, yellin' "What up five?" Got the killers and them bitches that be ready to ride 'Cause they lovin', they lovin' Picture me rollin', 64 sittin' on treads Picture me rollin', top down, switching lanes Picture me rollin', from VA to LA Picture me rollin', picture me rollin', oh yeah (Oh, yeah) All night long, play it if this your song All night long, play it if this your song All night long, play it if this your song All night long, play it if this your song Picture me rollin' (Forgiatos on the Wraith) 64 sittin' on treads Picture me rollin' (From Virginia to the Bay) Top down, switching lanes Picture me rollin' (Private jet on the red eye) VA to LA Picture me rollin' (500) Picture me rollin', oh yeah (Oh, yeah) Whole bunch of money in the safe I got a chopper outside for a rainy day A dirty, dirty, yeah keep it on my waist Call me the baker man, I'm making all the cake I got a bitch with an attitude problem I know she crazy but I know that pussy awesome Top down, riding round, nigga who are you? I got ups bitch, what can Brown do for you? Picture me rollin', oh yeah

Picture me rollin' tippin' my chaueffer 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 tryina get over, tryina not to get swallowed by locals Tryn' to stay focus, kinda like moses Like somebody chose us, sweat on my shoulder I feel these emotions, but still i keep going A pen to a poet I been through the motions I'm feeling heroic but life is a dice game And they gave you to blow it You might get a stripe man, but that ain't gon' pay for strollers Its never enough to console her Telling, your daddy's a soldier She needs you right now in this moment Now dead on your back pushing roses To me i'm just carving this sculpture You find through with my approaches Doubling back as a owner The moment of truth is upon us Call the promoters Picture me rollin' rollin' rollin' We in my friends not worried Then we get stop by the police Gotta make it home to my baby Cause they say snitch gon' crazy Gotta make it home to my baby Cause this is they say me Gotta make it home to my baby, Holla up, yeah Look i bet i'mma make it home to my baby I bet i'mma make it home to my baby I say, i bet i'mma make it home to your baby