Lyrics Out His Mind - Z-Ro

Out His Mind

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