Rolling

I'm from the city full of shooters Late night, got me rollin' with my Ruger My mother said this life don't suit you Cause they got snakes in the grass like Medusa Look, we got guns in the slums Run Ricky, run, you don't wanna be late out You might get hit with the drum, bro Mother screamin' like, what the bumbo Young niggas, we're all a fun go It was really we, me and my niggas drillary Rollin' with the choppers, gettin' banks like Hillary Let me show you a bit of history A lot of niggas dying, it's a mystery We was hangin', roadside jammin' The opp boys pull up, give bro numerous stabbings Clueless till them boys start bragging Told bro that shit we ain't havin In the yard we were planning Hopin' to catch a up boy laggin Guarantee when we catch him toe taggin' It's a S-A-D, say less, we in the ride for crushin Rollin', we just rollin' Me and my niggas, we just rollin I just lean out the ride when we roll up Put a hole in his chest like it's doughnuts I thought he bad but he froze up Jump out, all I hear was ho-fuck Bang, bang, man down, in jam down He try run but he got gunned down Mothers cry, niggas die But you know the story goes What goes around gotta come around rip to my real G's All I got is memories, the block is like a cemetery I got some shooters at my side though They can't even fly Cause my niggas call me Felony