This song got a motherfucker feeling like pac tho, (thug life) Picture me rolling, picture me rolling, picture me rolling Who the fuck wanna wit um We ball like Indians at the World Series 8th inning I'm gone I'm rolling with Nicole Kidman I hit the

All night long, play it if this your song 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 loving, she loving You know I got the homies parked right outside I’m in the blood red

Tupac back, Tupac back There's all these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Riding brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row, Brenda having my baby But I'm stacking my paper, I need a brand

Gotta make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby 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 roshes, me in my

Picture me rollin' Is y'all ready for me? Clear enough for ya? Yea right Why you niggas look mad? Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free! Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail Picture me rolling in my 500 Benz

I've been rollin' on the freeway I've been riding 85 I've been thinking way too much And I'm way too gone to drive I got anger in my chest I got millions on my mind And you didn't fit the picture So I guess you weren't the vibe I come through with