| Z-ro must be out his mind
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| Think i let’em rap on my song
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| Then my song won’t even be my song
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| We can’t let that nigga shine
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| If we do, the real niggas gon' be on
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| If they get on, it won’t be safe to leave home
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| Z-ro must be out his mind
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| Think we gon' let him on a big stage
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| And get payed the same way we get payed
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| We can’t let that nigga shine
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| If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win
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| Ain’t nobody gon' listen to what we say
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| I heard somebody told drake i wouldn’t feel the song
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| Ya’ll know i would’ve been on it and been killing the song
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| It would have got me a couple of mo' million alone
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| But it’s all good, i got a couple of million at home
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| «Z-ro why you ain’t mad, cesar in the block?»
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| Bitch i still hop in the streets with my loc’s and my dogs
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| Real kush in the video, we don’t fuck with false
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| And if ya’ll ain’t some real niggas we don’t fuck with ya’ll
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| They don’t want a real nigga coming up like bubbles and 7up
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| They want a nigga thats gon' bow down
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| I’ll shoot you down as soon as your steppin' up
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| My knees don’t bend unless i’m prayin', man
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| I put no man before my god, 'fuck is you sayin', man?
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| «Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?»
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| Cause as soon as i get to rappin', they will go off in hearses
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| Can’t look me in my eye or shake my hand cause they too nervous
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| I’m thougher than a leather punk jacket
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| And these bitches must be finished 'til they go off |