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