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)