Rollin - The Game, Kanye West, Slim Thug

Will I ever change in this life?

My grandma said I’ll never change and she right

Y’all think that L.A.

gang banging shit hype?

Well you finna' find out what the game be like

Red rag on my rear view

No tint in the Porsche, see clear through

God screaming up out them speakers

So loud that a nigga can’t hear you

Wake up to a diamond cross, I’m a Christian

Got a nigga feeling like Obama 'nem

Niggas shot out my windows, they jealous and envy

They spit on my 'Rari, they keyed up my Bentley

They went at my top dog like Ab-Soul and Kendrick

I said I’m a killa', god damn it I meant it

I said I sold crack, nigga bubbling skillets

At my grandma’s house, I was selling work in it

And god bless her soul, she died

Back out the four, load up the five

Pop up the trunk, load up them pies

Aye 'Ye, ain’t this how them niggas do it in the Chi?

Vice Lords, GD’s

Crips, Bloods and Impala’s on gold D’s

Yesterday a nigga swore he was a man in the hood

Now he begging for his life on both knees

I’m a killer, no codees

Ask 40 Glocc, niggas don’t know me

Got a problem blood, then come show me

I’m on Rosecrans ing them Kobe’s

Got diamonds off in my Rollie

Granddaddy stuffed in my stogie

Motherfuck them Axel Foleys

Where I’m from, niggas shooting at the police

Man these fuck niggas got me screwed up

I’m like Papa Smurf in that blue truck

Red hat, red pants

Walking inside dreams with the kush in my hand — I’m

Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' them drugs up

Young nigga 15, broke, livin' the scene

Sawed off in my pants, ‘bout to go make the lean

Finna' rob me a nigga who’s money wasn’t the same

Somebody gon' give it to me, or get one up in the brain

Mama used to stroke it just to feed me scraps

Every Saturday, it was YO!

MTV raps

Got sick of looking at other niggas that ain’t deserve it

So I followed my older brother to beat these traps

I ain’t worried about the love, I’ve seen everything

The hood hot, like the devil had it off in his hands

Send a strap your way, I seen a couple of fans

Last pack, I took that and a couple of bands

If I ain’t hustle to eat, I was doing that sippin' Screw

But they would give it to me, everyday I was paying dues

I was a young wild nigga missing a couple screws

In the hood, when I’m scared, only thing I’mma use, when I’m…

Mane, hold up

Young and I leans with a cup full of lean, and a 4−0 tucked

No more sleep, gotta get more bucks, OG rolled up

Stakes are high, so I pray to God the folks don’t roll up

Big sister told me I need to grow up

But I need that money, better not crumb me

Pockets fat as my codeine tummy

Trying to get blow like my nose was runny

I work for mine, you can’t take that from me

Wrap it up, like Egyptian mummy

And have it ready when I roll on up

Stacking dough on up, from the floor on up

And I’m all through the hood like ice cream trucks, just rollin'

Keep kush rolled, that dream I’m holding

In the candy Caddy' with with ninety molding

Bought a drop, put it in the shop

But everything I got, on that bitch stolen

Had a grill but couldn’t afford the wheels

Had paint, but it wasn’t candy

Kick endo to try and get that dough

Whole family know, so they couldn’t stand me

Run and tell your mama, come get your son

Mama like damn, what the hell he done

Brother had bricks, but didn’t give me shit

So when he went to the pen, I ain’t send him shit

Mama at work, so I ran the house

Ray on lock,

so now I’m the boss

Turn that face up like the Mary Jane

I was slanging 'caine, got us all kicked out

From Compton, all the way to Chi-Town

Back on down to Houston, Texas baby

Trae The Truth, Z-Ro, Slim Thugga

Paul Wall, Common, Kanye West, and The Game

Jesus Piece

Either you got one, you want one

Or you bout to rob a nigga for one

So what it’s gon' be nigga?

(Gun shots, laughs)