Yeah, clear enough for ya? (alright)
My niggas look mad
Y’all supposed to be happy I’m free!
Y’all niggas look like y’all wanted me to stay at home!!!!!!
Hoe bustas!

Picture me rollin’ in my 500 Benz
I got no love for these niggas, there’s no need to be friends
They got me under surveillance, that’s what somebody be tellin’
“Know there’s dope being sold”, but I ain’t the one sellin’
Don’t want to be another number
I gotta puff a gang of weed to keep from goin’ under
The federales wanna see me thread
Figures put prices on in my head A Billion friends can’t be sold the hold is gold
Now I got two Rottweilers by my bed, I feed ’em lead
Now I’m released, how will I live?
Will God forgive me for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed kids?
One life to live, it’s so hard to be positive
When niggas lootin at your crib
Mama, I’m still thuggin’, the world is a war zone
My homies is inmates, and most of them dead wrong
Full grown, finally a man, just schemin’ on ways
to put some green inside the palms of my empty hands Palm Dale people
Just picture me rollin’
Flossin’ a Benz on rims that isn’t stolen
My dreams is censored, my hopes are born
I’m like a fiend that finally sees when all the dope is gone foolish wanna bees ūüźĚ
My nerves is wrecked, heart beatin’ and my hands are swollen
Thinkin’ of the G’s I’ll be holdin’
Picture me rollin’

[Danny Boy (2Pac):]
Picture me rollin’
Picture me rollin’
Picture me, picture me rollin’
Picture me rollin’
Ooh wee
(Can you see me now?
Move to the side a little bit so you can get a CLEAR picture
Can you see it?
Picture me rollin’
Picture me rollin’
Yeah nigga!