Rollin (Locane)

This ain't chance

No I'm chosen

Picture me

Rolling

All these ops patrolling

I don't need friends

I ain't open

Real niggas only

They know how I want it

Should know how I'm coming

No bitch niggas

You ain't got no money

You probably ain't for me

Price going up

I need six figures

Pretty vibe

When I slide through

Got a bag and a attitude

Got them mad I don't fuck with them

Only lame niggas fuck with you

Cherokee crossing

They go in your wallet

That's when we lost Zed

I was only six

Police in the hood

Know they up to no good

Killing niggas that's trapping

And moving bricks

It's a cycle

We living, we dying

For money and violence

We teaching it to the kid's

Give him minimum

Sending them out in the world with no knowledge

And hoping they do it big

Tried to put on some niggas

Promoting dividing his people

Reminding of Willy Lynch

But it's harder to teach

What his mom never taught

I ain't leading the weak

So you on the bench

I bop when that check hit

He writing your next hit

She strip for her next tip

We all got to eat

I ain't tripping

He lame

So I know he gone front for the next bitch

I keep three in the cut

I ain't call him in weeks

But I know they gone show if that text hit

She think we the same

Cause she fucking my ex

I be laughing

Cause so will the next bitch

Do better

This ain't chance

No I'm chosen

Picture me

Rolling

All these ops patrolling