[Intro]
Yeah
Kells

[Verse 1]
Who the fuck want it with him?
We ball like the Indians at the World Series 8th inning
I'm gone, rolling with Nicole Kidman
I hit the pussy like a bong, fuck show business
We in the jungle with the guerillas
We in the streets with the four wheelers
Don't speak I am no witness
You got beef?
Put an end to your talking like long sentence, ah, period
Uh, motherfucker, I'm serious
Who your favorite rapper? I'm curious
He ain't living out them words
He ain't used Machine Gun's verse on the track 'cause his ass got murdered, uh
I'm talking in the third
I'm talking to a stealer and he ain't from the Burgh
You talking to a Cleveland motherfucker in the first
So you better not get on my nerves, biatch
I need herb, though, 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 ain't worth fronting
Tryin' to stunt on me the worst coming, okay
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 couldn't see the youngin', no (Ah)
Fuck it, let 'em get a lil' something
Bring em to the block do a lil stuntin', that ain't nothing
Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
I ain't bluffing
Everywhere I go, I'm puttin' on
Bitch, I run it, Kells
[Interlude: Machine Gun Kelly, Slim Gudz & Tim Glover]
The fuck am I?
Ayo, Kells, get in the car
Ayo, ayo, let's get, ayy
Get in the car, man
Ayy, we gotta ride, son, let's go
Get in the fucking car
Woo, oh shit

[Chorus]
This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin'
This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin'

[Verse 2]
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 (Go)
Picture me living like Biggie
The real Frank White, I'm the king of my city
Picture all this shit starting as a dream (Mm)
Staring at a picture of Martin Luther King (Mm)
Bitch, that's my reaction
Tryna make it happen from rapping
Tryna avoid me in casket
Half of my kinfolk caught up in traffic from trappin'
My whole squaddone turned to a fraction
'Cause Tony Montana right up the block from us, dawg
It's 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 that ain't true
Tell me that name on that paperwork ain't you
If you ain't snitchin', then why is you home?
Stupid decision, bitch, better get gone
3 in the morn, I can't get rest, so I turn over, pick up that .38 Special
You bust in my door, then I bust at your neck, ho
Twenty-five stranded on death row
[Chorus]
This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin'
This song got a motherfucker feelin' like Pac though (Thug life)
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin' (Picture me rollin')
Picture me rollin'