Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Wrote, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Legendary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 1 Deep Entertainment
Song language: English
Never Wrote |
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know |
This be the realest shit I never wrote |
Up in my studio getting blowed |
To the illest shit I ever spoke |
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know |
This be the realest shit I never wrote |
Up in my studio getting blowed |
To the illest shit I ever spoke |
They say I’m the 2Pac of Texas |
And you ain’t got to like it but I bet you gon' respect it |
I really be one deep it ain’t just hanging off my necklace |
I need to take a shit but my schedule be so hectic |
Them people trying to send me up the road again |
They don’t want to see me drive my Bentley up the road again |
Racist motherfuckers when i go to court they show me them |
They know i’m innocent but they don’t give a fuck Z-Ro won’t win |
And then they wonder why my attitude the way it is |
I’m rich but they still think I’ma rob 'em that’s just the way it is |
Leave church on a Sunday they don’t give a fuck what day it is |
In front of me and behind me I can tell what type of day this is |
It’s a shame I got to walk around with bond money |
I ain’t got a receipt though the crooked cop gon' take some from me |
He say he smell that loud I told him find it and let me know |
I smelled it too but he couldn’t find it and had to let me go |
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know |
This be the realest shit I never wrote |
Up in my studio getting blowed |
To the illest shit I ever spoke |
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know |
This be the realest shit I never wrote |
Up in my studio getting blowed |
To the illest shit I ever spoke |
21 gun salute |
Dressed in black gators and an Italian cut suit |
When the camera start flashing I disappear into the crowd like Poof |
These little rappers round town think they live like me |
Hope they survive and they get to see 39 like me |
Even gotta hustle in your sleep to be on your grind like me |
Turn into sunlight dipped in chrome, is how you shine like me |
They living fantasies, nigga but this the real-world here |
Where all the grown women at? |
Ain’t nothing but little girls here |
These reality shows got all these hoes acting like thots |
And Facebook is the brand new bible that’s why relationships flop |
And instead of breaking up a fight, we record it and holler «WorldStar!» |
Could have saved a life instead another death on WorldStar |
If Martin Luther King came back I wonder what he would say |
Cops kill us, we riot, When we kill each other, it’s okay |
We need to get our priorities in line, or be a grandparent |
Before you realize we was running out of time the whole time |
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know |
This be the realest shit I never wrote |
Up in my studio getting blowed |
To the illest shit I ever spoke |
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know |
This be the realest shit I never wrote |
Up in my studio getting blowed |
To the illest shit I ever spoke |