[{"id":21618549,"name":"Picture Me Rollin","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"On Demand: Max Payne","duration":179.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n(Hahahahaha) Yeah\n(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\nHoe bustaz\n\nPicture me rollin in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\nKnow there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\nDon't want to be another number\nI got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\nThe federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\nFor all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggaz shootin at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin\nFlossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\nThinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\nCan you see me now? Heheheh\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\nCan you see it? Hahah\nPictue me rollin\nYeah nigga!\nAy but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's, comin from overseas\nCost a nigga two hundred G's\nI'm a street comando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\nThug, branded to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\nMake me wanna start back bangin\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on Re-mi\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\nNinety-six big body, sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\nIt's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\nPicture, picture me, picture me rollin\nRollin, picture me rollin\nWheelin, picture me rollin in\nPicture me yea yeah\n\nMmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\nCheckin in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\nRollin\nPicture me roll-hoee-ollin\nPicture me, picture me rollin\n\nHeheheheheheh\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggaz see me from there?\nBallin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\nPicture me rollin, baby\nYeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\nHmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot! The D.A.\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the hoe see me from here?\nCan you see me, hoe?\nPicture me rollin\nAnd all you punk police -- can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me hoe? Hehehe\nIs y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin\n  artist: Max B\n  album: 'On Demand: Max Payne'\n  duration_ms: 179000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n  (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n  Hoe bustaz\n\n  Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n  Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n  The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n  For all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggaz shootin at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin\n  Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n  Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\n  Can you see me now? Heheheh\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n  Can you see it? Hahah\n  Pictue me rollin\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's, comin from overseas\n  Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n  I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n  Thug, branded to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n  Make me wanna start back bangin\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n  It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\n  Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n  Rollin, picture me rollin\n  Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n  Picture me yea yeah\n\n  Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\n  Rollin\n  Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n  Picture me, picture me rollin\n\n  Heheheheheheh\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  Picture me rollin, baby\n  Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the hoe see me from here?\n  Can you see me, hoe?\n  Picture me rollin\n  And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin\n"},{"id":1920805,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Wave Pack","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I walk the streets alone) It's a privilege\n(I walk the streets alone)\nSomething you can't do baby\nThat's another topic, let's give it to 'em\nThem niggas need to hit me with my grip\nI want it now, I'm a ride on these bitches till I get it\nI'm coming down to the studio. We know where you be, you can hide, but you can't run\nGet that bitch from me, here her man come\nJealous like a little green monster\nThese bitches just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya\nI just wanna start a lil' family-\nBitch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me\nCandy, brought her on her birthday\nFuck is the PD3? Niggas is getting thirsty\nLip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out?\nShe said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out?\nAll my niggas hoodied out, hooded up\nNow whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough\nShorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitching man\nGot me ducking the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn\nJust let me live my life with you\n(Just let me live my life with you)\nI can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh\nLil nigga you just mad I won't write with you\nOwww\nYou ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\nOwww\nPicture me rollin\nI be speaking to my brother\nHe told me keep the pressure on these niggas, never trust 'em\nThey test you, motherfuck 'em\nNigga Gida getting big, smoked and stroll, he said \"\"Biggavel...\nWatch them niggas you with\"\", then he lit up a L\nGotta give 'em that, Bigga manning up, nigga bounced back\nGain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back\nSee the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome\nMomma she in love with her grandson\nLove his chubby cheeks and his nice skin\nLooking like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby\nMaybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was\nOnly fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz\nLemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets\nNigga don't sleep, running from the police\nO.G. told me, step on niggas, had to get to the top\nNigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop\nJust let me live my life with you\n(Just let me live my life with you)\nI can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh\nLil nigga you just mad I won't write with you\nOwww\nYou ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\nOwww\nPicture me rollin\nPicture me rollin' baby\nBoss Don Biggavel, oh man\nShout out my boy, Young Los, on the beat\nMusical genius, yeah\nIt's Gain Greene baby\nDomain Pain, art of lip singing\nSo wavy, gotta love it, Oww","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Wave Pack\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  (I walk the streets alone) It's a privilege\n  (I walk the streets alone)\n  Something you can't do baby\n  That's another topic, let's give it to 'em\n  Them niggas need to hit me with my grip\n  I want it now, I'm a ride on these bitches till I get it\n  I'm coming down to the studio. We know where you be, you can hide, but you can't run\n  Get that bitch from me, here her man come\n  Jealous like a little green monster\n  These bitches just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya\n  I just wanna start a lil' family-\n  Bitch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me\n  Candy, brought her on her birthday\n  Fuck is the PD3? Niggas is getting thirsty\n  Lip Sing, dammit that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out?\n  She said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out?\n  All my niggas hoodied out, hooded up\n  Now whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough\n  Shorty coulda fronted but she didn't man, pump and steady pitching man\n  Got me ducking the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn\n  Just let me live my life with you\n  (Just let me live my life with you)\n  I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh\n  Lil nigga you just mad I won't write with you\n  Owww\n  You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\n  Owww\n  Picture me rollin\n  I be speaking to my brother\n  He told me keep the pressure on these niggas, never trust 'em\n  They test you, motherfuck 'em\n  Nigga Gida getting big, smoked and stroll, he said \"\"Biggavel...\n  Watch them niggas you with\"\", then he lit up a L\n  Gotta give 'em that, Bigga manning up, nigga bounced back\n  Gain Greene, bottle of the Cru, blow a ounce back\n  See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome\n  Momma she in love with her grandson\n  Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin\n  Looking like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby\n  Maybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was\n  Only fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz\n  Lemme tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets\n  Nigga don't sleep, running from the police\n  O.G. told me, step on niggas, had to get to the top\n  Nigga we non-stop, nigga we gon' pop\n  Just let me live my life with you\n  (Just let me live my life with you)\n  I can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, oooooh\n  Lil nigga you just mad I won't write with you\n  Owww\n  You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\n  Owww\n  Picture me rollin\n  Picture me rollin' baby\n  Boss Don Biggavel, oh man\n  Shout out my boy, Young Los, on the beat\n  Musical genius, yeah\n  It's Gain Greene baby\n  Domain Pain, art of lip singing\n  So wavy, gotta love it, Oww\n"},{"id":1920804,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Library of a Legend, Vol. 9","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n(Hahahahaha) Yeah\n(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\nHoe bustaz\n\nPicture me rollin in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\nKnow there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\nDon't want to be another number\nI got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\nThe federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\nFor all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggaz shootin at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin\nFlossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\nThinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\nCan you see me now? Heheheh\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\nCan you see it? Hahah\nPictue me rollin\nYeah nigga!\nAy but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's, comin from overseas\nCost a nigga two hundred G's\nI'm a street comando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\nThug, branded to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\nMake me wanna start back bangin\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on Re-mi\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\nNinety-six big body, sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\nIt's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\nPicture, picture me, picture me rollin\nRollin, picture me rollin\nWheelin, picture me rollin in\nPicture me yea yeah\n\nMmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\nCheckin in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\nRollin\nPicture me roll-hoee-ollin\nPicture me, picture me rollin\n\nHeheheheheheh\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggaz see me from there?\nBallin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\nPicture me rollin, baby\nYeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\nHmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot! The D.A.\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the hoe see me from here?\nCan you see me, hoe?\nPicture me rollin\nAnd all you punk police -- can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me hoe? Hehehe\nIs y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Library of a Legend, Vol. 9\n  duration_ms: 190000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n  (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n  Hoe bustaz\n\n  Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n  Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n  The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n  For all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggaz shootin at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin\n  Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n  Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\n  Can you see me now? Heheheh\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n  Can you see it? Hahah\n  Pictue me rollin\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's, comin from overseas\n  Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n  I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n  Thug, branded to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n  Make me wanna start back bangin\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n  It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\n  Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n  Rollin, picture me rollin\n  Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n  Picture me yea yeah\n\n  Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\n  Rollin\n  Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n  Picture me, picture me rollin\n\n  Heheheheheheh\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  Picture me rollin, baby\n  Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the hoe see me from here?\n  Can you see me, hoe?\n  Picture me rollin\n  And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin\n"},{"id":32532689,"name":"Picture Me Rollin","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Public Domain 3 (Domain Pain)","duration":184.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n(Hahahahaha) Yeah\n(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\nHoe bustaz\n\nPicture me rollin in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\nKnow there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\nDon't want to be another number\nI got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\nThe federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\nFor all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nWhen niggaz shootin at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\nTo put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin\nFlossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\nThinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\nCan you see me now? Heheheh\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\nCan you see it? Hahah\nPictue me rollin\nYeah nigga!\nAy but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's, comin from overseas\nCost a nigga two hundred G's\nI'm a street comando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\nThug, branded to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\nMake me wanna start back bangin\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on Re-mi\nIn front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\nNinety-six big body, sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\nIt's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\nPicture, picture me, picture me rollin\nRollin, picture me rollin\nWheelin, picture me rollin in\nPicture me yea yeah\n\nMmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\nCheckin in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\nRollin\nPicture me roll-hoee-ollin\nPicture me, picture me rollin\n\nHeheheheheheh\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggaz see me from there?\nBallin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\nPicture me rollin, baby\nYeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\nHmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot! The D.A.\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the hoe see me from here?\nCan you see me, hoe?\nPicture me rollin\nAnd all you punk police -- can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me hoe? Hehehe\nIs y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nAnd picture me rollin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Public Domain 3 (Domain Pain)\n  duration_ms: 184000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n  (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n  Hoe bustaz\n\n  Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n  Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n  The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n  For all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  When niggaz shootin at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n  To put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin\n  Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n  Thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\n  Can you see me now? Heheheh\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n  Can you see it? Hahah\n  Pictue me rollin\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's, comin from overseas\n  Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n  I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n  Thug, branded to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n  Make me wanna start back bangin\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n  In front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n  It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\n  Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n  Rollin, picture me rollin\n  Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n  Picture me yea yeah\n\n  Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\n  Rollin\n  Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n  Picture me, picture me rollin\n\n  Heheheheheheh\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  Picture me rollin, baby\n  Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the hoe see me from here?\n  Can you see me, hoe?\n  Picture me rollin\n  And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  And picture me rollin\n"},{"id":17418919,"name":"Picture Me Rollin'","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin'","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Library Of A Legend Volume 9","duration":190.302041,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n(Hahahahaha) Yeah\n(Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\nY'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\nY'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\nHoe bustaz\n\nPicture me rollin in my 500 Benz\nI got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\nThey got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\nKnow there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\nDon't want to be another number\nI got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\nThe federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\nNow I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\nNow I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\nfor all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\nOne life to live, it's so hard to be positive\nwhen niggaz shootin at your crib\nMama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\nMy homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\nFull grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\nto put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\nJust picture me rollin\nFlossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\nMy dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\nI'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\nMy nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\nthinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\nCan you see me now? Heheheh\nMove to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\nCan you see it? Hahah\nPictue me rollin\nYeah nigga!\nAy but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\nGuess who's back?\n\nI got ki's, comin from overseas\nCost a nigga two hundred G's\nI'm a street comando, Nino for example\nThis lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\nSo I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\nThug, branded to be a women layer\nSo mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\nMake me wanna start back bangin\nSo I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\nPackin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\nAll that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\nWhile I'm sippin on Re-mi\nin front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\nNinety-six big body, sittin on chrome\nAs we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\nYou can admire, but don't look too long\nI'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\nIt's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\nPicture, picture me, picture me rollin\nRollin, picture me rollin\nWheelin, picture me rollin in\nPicture me yea yeah\n\nMmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\nCause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\nMy bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\nSo I needs to hit a lick, drastically\nI see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\nAnd, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\nCheckin in the park, 'Pac\n\nWe caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\nThis how we do it every weekend\nI dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\nCPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\nI get the liquor, and you could get the females\nThis crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\nMove smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\nI'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\nNow we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\nBoss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\nRollin\nPicture me roll-hoee-ollin\nPicture me, picture me rollin\n\nHeheheheheheh\nIs y'all ready for me?\nPicture me rollin roll call\nYou know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\nI wanna make sure they can see me\nNumber one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\nAll you bitch ass C.O.'s\nCan you niggaz see me from there?\nBallin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\nPicture me rollin, baby\nYeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\nI told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\nHmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\nOh, I forgot! The D.A.\nYeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\nCan the hoe see me from here?\nCan you see me, hoe?\nPicture me rollin\nAnd all you punk police -- can you see me?\nAm I clear to you?\nPicture me rollin nigga, legit\nFree like O.J. all day\nYou can't stop me\nYou know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\nManute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\nCan you picture us rollin?\nCan you see me hoe? Hehehe\nIs y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\nAny time y'all wanna see me again\nRewind this track right here, close your eyes\nand picture me rollin","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Picture Me Rollin'\n  artist: Max B\n  album: Library Of A Legend Volume 9\n  duration_ms: 190302\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah -- clear enough for ya? (Is that right?)\n  (Hahahahaha) Yeah\n  (Hehehehe) Why niggaz look mad? (Is that right?)\n  Y'all supposed to be happy I'm free!\n  Y'all niggaz look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail, hahah!\n  Hoe bustaz\n\n  Picture me rollin in my 500 Benz\n  I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends\n  They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin\n  Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin!\n  Don't want to be another number\n  I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under\n  The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head\n  Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead\n  Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me\n  for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?\n  One life to live, it's so hard to be positive\n  when niggaz shootin at your crib\n  Mama, I'm still thuggin, the world is a war zone\n  My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong\n  Full grown, finally a man, just scheamin on ways\n  to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands\n  Just picture me rollin\n  Flossin a Benz on rims that isn't stolen\n  My dreams is censored, my hopes are gone\n  I'm like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone\n  My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin and my hands is swollen\n  thinkin of the G's I'll be holdin, picture me rollin\n\n  Can you see me now? Heheheh\n  Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture\n  Can you see it? Hahah\n  Pictue me rollin\n  Yeah nigga!\n  Ay but peep how my nigga Syke do it to you\n  Guess who's back?\n\n  I got ki's, comin from overseas\n  Cost a nigga two hundred G's\n  I'm a street comando, Nino for example\n  This lavish lifestyle is hard to handle\n  So I got to floss cause I'm more like a boss playa\n  Thug, branded to be a women layer\n  So mny playa haters, imitaters steady swangin\n  Make me wanna start back bangin\n  So I'm caught up in the game, dress code changed\n  Packin forty glocks, contain em or rearrange\n  All that jealousy and envy comin from my enemies\n  While I'm sippin on Re-mi\n  in front of black Lexus, Chevy's on the roam\n  Ninety-six big body, sittin on chrome\n  As we head up out the zone, stone-facin is on\n  You can admire, but don't look too long\n  I'm livin a dream with triple beams and my pockets bulgin\n  It's hard to imagine -- picture me rollin!\n\n  Picture, picture me, picture me rollin\n  Rollin, picture me rollin\n  Wheelin, picture me rollin in\n  Picture me yea yeah\n\n  Mmm, I gots to get the fuck up in it, formulate a caper\n  Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper\n  My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see?\n  So I needs to hit a lick, drastically\n  I see some baldin-ass niggaz and they slippin in my spot\n  And, uh, diggin the plots (so what?)\n  Checkin in the park, 'Pac\n\n  We caught em sleepin, he didn't peep you niggaz creepin?\n  This how we do it every weekend\n  I dump for madness, it's time to count the profit\n  CPO, we got the bomb spot, nigga time to clock it\n  I get the liquor, and you could get the females\n  This crooked shit that we inflictin gettin street sales\n\n  Move smooth as a motherfucker, me and my nine\n  I'm as cool as a motherfucker, I'ma get mine\n  Now we satisfied, got the pockets on swollen\n  Boss Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin\n\n  Rollin\n  Picture me roll-hoee-ollin\n  Picture me, picture me rollin\n\n  Heheheheheheh\n  Is y'all ready for me?\n  Picture me rollin roll call\n  You know there's some muh'fuckers out there I just could not forget about\n  I wanna make sure they can see me\n  Number one on my list: Clinton Correctional Facilities\n  All you bitch ass C.O.'s\n  Can you niggaz see me from there?\n  Ballin on y'all punk ass, ahhaahahah!\n  Picture me rollin, baby\n  Yeah, all them niggaz up in them cell blocks\n  I told y'all niggaz when I come home it's on\n  Hmm, that's right nigga, picture me rollin\n  Oh, I forgot! The D.A.\n  Yeah, that bitch had a lot to talk about in court\n  Can the hoe see me from here?\n  Can you see me, hoe?\n  Picture me rollin\n  And all you punk police -- can you see me?\n  Am I clear to you?\n  Picture me rollin nigga, legit\n  Free like O.J. all day\n  You can't stop me\n  You know I got my niggaz up in this motherfucker\n  Manute, Pain, Syke,?, Mopreme,??\n  Can you picture us rollin?\n  Can you see me hoe? Hehehe\n  Is y'all ready for me? . We up out this bitch\n  Any time y'all wanna see me again\n  Rewind this track right here, close your eyes\n  and picture me rollin\n"},{"id":32532079,"name":"Picture Me Rollin' [Explicit]","trackName":"Picture Me Rollin' [Explicit]","artistName":"Max B","albumName":"Library of a Legend, Vol. 9 [Explicit]","duration":190.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(I walk the streets alone) it's a privilege\n(I walk the streets alone)\nSomething you can't do, baby (I walk the street alone)\nThat's another topic, let's give it to 'em\n('Cause now I'm on my own)\n\nThem niggas need to hit me with my grip\nI want it now, I'ma ride on these bitches 'til I get it\nI'm coming down to the studio\nWe know where you've been, you can hide, but you can't run\nGet that bitch from me, here her man come\nJealous like a little green monster\n\nThese bitches just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya\nI just wanna start a little family\nBitch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me\nCandy, brought her on her birthday\nFuck is the PD3? Niggas is getting thirsty\n\nLip sing, damn it, that's my joint Max, when you tryna put it out?\nShe said my dick is the best, so when you tryna pull it out?\nAll my niggas hoodies out, hooded up\nNow whisper it in her ear, then tell me if it's good enough\nShawty could've fronted but she didn't, man, pump and steady pitching, man\nGot me ducking the fuzz, somebody's gonna get ya man, damn\n\nJust let me live my life with you\n(Just let me live my life with you)\nI can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, ooh\nLil' nigga you just mad, I won't write with you, aoww\nYou ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\nAoww, picture me rollin'\n\nI be speaking to my brother\nHe told me keep the pressure on these niggas, never trust 'em\nThey test you, motherfuck 'em\nNigga Gida getting big, smoked and stroll, he said, \"Big gavel\"\nWatch them niggas you with\", then he lit up a L\n\nGotta give 'em that, Bigga manning up, nigga bounced back\nGain Greene, bottle of the cru, blow a ounce back\nSee the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome\nMama she in love with her grandson\nLove his chubby cheeks and his nice skin\n\nLooking like his daddy back in '80 when he was just a baby\nMaybe, one day he can be a star, just like his poppa was\nOnly fucks with the sour, that's how I get a proper buzz\nLet me tell you how I was, wild lil' nigga in the streets\nNigga don't sleep, running from the police\nOG, told me, step on niggas, had to get to the top\nNigga we nonstop, nigga we gon' pop\n\nJust let me live my life with you\n(Let me live my life with you)\nI can cook, clean, and cater and be nice to you, ooh\nLil' nigga you just mad, I won't write with you, aoww\nYou ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\nAoww, picture me rollin'\n\nPicture me rollin', baby\nBoss Don Big gavel, oh man\nShout out my boy, Young Los, on the beat\nMusical genius, yeah\nIt's Gain Greene, baby\nDomain Pain, art of lip singing\nSo wavy, gotta love it, aoww","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.48] (I walk the streets alone) it's a privilege\n[00:03.35] (I walk the streets alone)\n[00:05.10] Something you can't do, baby (I walk the street alone)\n[00:07.94] That's another topic, let's give it to 'em\n[00:08.99] ('Cause now I'm on my own)\n[00:10.37] Them niggas need to hit me with my grip\n[00:12.68] I want it now, I'ma ride on these bitches 'til I get it\n[00:15.68] I'm coming down to the studio\n[00:17.50] We know where you've been, you can hide, but you can't run\n[00:20.24] Get that bitch from me, here her man come\n[00:22.37] Jealous like a little green monster\n[00:24.36] These bitches just flashing money, Maxi I really want ya\n[00:27.16] I just wanna start a little family\n[00:29.31] Bitch, what you talking 'bout, your daddy think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me\n[00:33.64] Candy, brought her on her birthday\n[00:35.52] Fuck is the PD3? 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I want it now, I'mma ride on these bitches till I get it\n  I'm coming down to the studio\n  We know where you be, you can hide but you can't run\n  Hit that bitch for me, here a man come\n  Jealous like a little green monster\n  These bitches just flashing money, Maxy I really want ya\n  I just wanna start a little family\n  Bitch what you talking 'bout, your daddy\n  Think I'm a pimp and your mama can't stand me\n  Candy, bought her on her birthday\n  Fuck is the P3, niggas is getting thirsty\n  Lip sync them but that's my joint Max\n  When you tryna put it out, she said my dick is the best\n  So when you tryna pull it out\n  All my niggas hooded out\n  Put it up, now whisper it in her ear\n  And tell me is it good enough\n  Shorty could have run it but she didn't man\n  Pumper steady pitchin' man\n  Got me ducking the fuzz, somebody gonna get ya man\n  Damn\n\n  Just let me live my life with you\n  Let me live my life with you\n  I'll cook, clean and cater and be nice to you\n  Little nigga you just mad I won't fight with you\n  You ain't never seen a nigga prolific like the Bigga so let go\n  Picture me rollin'\n\n  I was speaking to my brother\n  He told me keep the pressure on these niggas, never trust 'em\n  They touch you motherfuck 'em\n  Nigga G'd and getting big, spoke to Stroll he said Biggavel'\n  Watch them niggas you with, then he lit up an L\n  Gotta give 'em that\n  Bigga man enough, nigga bounce back\n  Gangrene bottle of the crew, blow an ounce back\n  See the boy finally on his shit, he so handsome\n  Mama she in love with her grandson\n  Love his chubby cheeks and his nice skin\n  Looking like his daddy back in 80 when he was just a baby, maybe\n  One day he gon' be a star, just like his papa was\n  Only fucks with the sour that's how I get a proper buzz\n  Let me tell you how I was\n  Wild little nigga in the street, nigga don't sleep\n  Running from the police\n  OG, told me step on niggas head to get to the top\n  Nigga we non-stop, nigga 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