Kells
Who the fuck want it with him?
We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning
Im gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business
We in the jungle with the guerrillas
We in the streets with the 4 wheelers
Dont speak I am no witness
You got beef?
Put an end to you talking like long sentence, period
Motherfucker Im serious
Who ya favorite rapper, Im curious?
He aint living out them words
He aint used Machine Guns verse on the track cause his ass got murdered
Im talking in the 3rd
Im talking to a stealer and he aint from the Burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb tho, keep me moving like turtle
Keep me seeing this purple
Keep it banging like Kirko
Work something, twerk something
Bitch fuck me now she worth something
Gas tank on E, it aint worth fronting
Try to stunt on me the worst coming
Motherfuckers gonna need some plumbing I am the shit
And I feel like eating something
Feeding my stomach
Give me a rapper, make it a hundred
Fuck it, give em the hubble telescope
They couldnt see the youngin
No, fuck it let em get a lil something
Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin, that aint nothing
Everywhere where I go Im putting on
I aint bluffing
Everywhere where I go Im putting on
Bitch I run it
Kells
This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, 
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, 
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
Picture me rich
Picture everybody with a picture of me hangin on the wall like Prince
Picture your favorite R&B singer
Lookin at a picture on her phone of my big ol dick
Picture me living like Biggie
The real Frank White, Im the king of my city
Picture all this shit starting as a dream
Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King
Bitch thats my reaction
Trying to make it happen from rapping
Trying to avoid me a casket
Half of my kin-folk caught up in traffic from trapping
My whole squaddone turned to a fraction
Cause Tony Montana right up the block from us, dawg
Its hard not to get caught up in it at all
Hard not to ball
Sales for yayo, then jail, then someone goes talk to the law
Please God tell me it aint true
Tell me name on that paper work aint you
If you aint snitching then why is you home
Stupid decision bitch better get gone
3 in the morn, I cant get rest so I turn over pick up that .38 special
You bust in my door, then I bust at your neck hoe
25 stranded on death row
This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, 
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
This song got a motherfucker feeling like Pac tho, 
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin
Picture me rollin