Can't roll w me

u aint rolling with me u aint rolling with da team u aint in tha scene rolling where dem shooter be keep beinz rude me u might go missing I'm on a mission with a condition never tell my position get the jump on the opps damn who done called the cops never gonna find who my shooters be explosive like a roddery properly fatherly teaching em how they outta be now they crazy doing robberys craft skill like it's pottery Art to them get em outta poverty selling they arterys uping on they amories spending thirtys on jerseys they some wanna be's rock a fella now they on to me leave em with trama y'all gon see grown man crying for mom while he dying trying to live now he eyeing me know he lying gave an wings now he flying supplying halos to hatters now they lining up.