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 locsters Just tryna get over, tryna not to get swallowed by locus Tryna to stay focused, kinda like moses Like somebody chose us, this weight on my shoulders I feel these emotions, but still I keep going I been to a poet I been through the motions I'm feelin' heroic, life is a dice game And I dare you to blow it You might get a stripe man, but that ain't gon' pay for the strollers Its never enough to console it Tell your dady you're soldier She need you right now in this moment Now dead on your back pushin' roses To me I'm just carving a sculpter The fine tune of my approach is Doublin' back is an honour The moment of truth is upon us Call the promoters Picture me rollin' We and my friends not worried Then we get stopped by the police Gotta make it home to my baby 'Cause they say snakes goin' crazy Gotta make it home to my baby 'Cause this days that save me Gotta make it home to my baby (Hold up, yeah, look) I bet I'mma make it home to my baby I bet I'mma make it home to my baby I say, I bet I'mma make it home to your babyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
