calm my nerves down! dealin with bitch nigga, after bitch nigga I'm ready to release rounds Out of the mini 1-4 I'm a shoot til it's over with, ain't
me I was thinkin 4ever Tha bitch was thinkin about gettin that chedder But I ain't never been a trick bitch Bottom line you can't get shit bitch Even my baby mama trippin Bitch
Screwed Up Click until it's over with AK with catch bag on my shoulder bitch You will die fucking with that Ro He ain't never been a bitch he ain't never
wanna flip in my whip, and have me pay for the weed But I'll be damned if I blow my hard earned money, on anyone else but me I came to this bitch one
find, an exit out of the game Looking for a better way, to make change Daily decisions, bout to make a brother break mayn All I ever did, was wanna shine Make enough money
s cool to take a picture, but don't fuck with me hoe cause uh [Hook:] Z-Ro, don't play no games-games Hell naw, I don't play no games-games Stash spot
look for no wars I walk with God, but I still receive bruises and scars Everybody was shitting on me, for no reason Couldn't wait to get my money right
Z-Ro:] Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and money on my
wanna get out of line I'll tell you one mo' time, you better respect my mind When a red light shine, go and lay it down Who the niggaz that wanna talk down Who the bitch
nan nigga, nan bitch or friend Because they all turn fraud, in the god damn end I'm dropping rhymes and wreckes, and my sixteens is cold No baking soda it's over
from running that crack Girlfriend kept complaining, cause he never at home So he told her deal with it bitch, or get the fuck on It was money over bitches
Gotta make sure these words are understandable Cause it's a motherfucking shame, all these short Comings in the game, hoe ass niggas, hoe ass bitches
, cause I can't stop People trying to trick me of my mission, but I can't drop Cause I can't fall, run up I'ma keep bumping my lead Before the game over
the rap game is mine soon as I get signed off Lock, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house Still addicted to hustling attempted to pull my steel out Show me the money
dome cussing like James, you ain't worthy Like a little old girly perpetrating a man Dude we taking over this bitch and here to demonstrate demands And bitch
more than just a ghetto baby, cause I'ma reach the top [Miss Dameanor] Like Pac, I'll be the last motherfucker in this bitch freezing And feel me money over
to get some work and do it over Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head
talking*) What, in this bitch fucking with Z-Ro Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face [Z-Ro] Rap game