Rolling Lyrics

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