Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Legendary , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 03.03.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Legendary |
| Yeah… |
| Pull up knocking my own shit |
| Cup of drank, and a Reeses Pieces |
| I don’t fuck with leases |
| If I’m behind the wheel I own it |
| Bad bitch and she gotta be sitting on grown men |
| Tell me what the fuck you want from me |
| If you ain’t talking about no money get the fuck off my phone then |
| Jacker run up on me, I’m a blow your dome in |
| Even though I got a C on my back, and my car got a B on it’s back |
| But we still get along then |
| I always look like «please leave me the fuck alone then…» |
| Niggas excited wanna get a picture, but really be trying to getcha |
| Fucking with me, I bet they gon dead before the song end |
| I started this singing and rapping shit way back in 96' |
| Just me and Bone Thugs and Harmony and Klondike Kat who else that’s it |
| 19 years later still running on this Rap A Lot lawn Rappers |
| Yes I’m running that |
| So many haters on my way every day |
| Every time I get an opportunity they jump in front of that |
| Sold my Bentley I had to get another one |
| If I don’t do no shows I’m gonna suffer some |
| These men just always be trippin |
| I’m a do it myself |
| Fuck trying to find another one |
| I see smiling faces, but behind smiling faces |
| They be so evil |
| So if you see me in public don’t run up on me homie |
| Fuck you and fuck your people |
| Legendary is my middle name |
| The realest ever is my boulevard |
| I can do nothing with no pocket change |
| I fear no man I only fear my Lord |
| This one for my real G’s throwing up your hood |
| This one for my real G’s diamonds up against the wood |
| This one for my real G’s coming down looking good |
| And this one for my real G’s |
| I’m way too real for them and that’s why they can’t feel me |
| I was ready to give up the rap game |
| And pick up a kilo of cocaine |
| I don’t think y’all really hear me |
| If you a weak ass nigga don’t bring none of that damn near me |
| I’m the muthafucking man around here |
| You don’t need no glances |
| You don’t even need a shot of Visine to see it clearly |
| I know you don’t wanna see me living swell |
| Lay down a muthafucker coz I’m having a ball |
| You wanna see me in a living hell |
| This lil nigga named Sam think he live like me |
| Put his bitch ass in a hospital |
| He won’t survive like me |
| They say they love God, they really love Satan |
| Yes they sold they soul, guess they got tired of waiting |
| Just coz you ain’t' signed right now |
| That don’t mean you ain’t never gonna sign |
| All you had to do is keep on praying |
| Pants so tight boy you need to be ashamed |
| Legs looking like a man with the legs of a Great Dane |
| No sweat suit model ass nigga you a lame |
| You’s a bitch, in my book I’m a call you Jane |
| Hard as a muthafucker on your album cover huh |
| Catch yo ass in real life and you ain’t' fucking with a brother huh |
| That’s why I bought yo ass a Chevrolet |
| While I be on corners in that Bently Coupe like every day |
| Ro tha Vandross |
| They put a hit on me |
| But I don’t really give a shit homie |
| I got more than just that 45th on me |
| And I’m knocking all y’all haters down like dominos |