Ro:] Ain't no time to play Pull it in perspective Time for hoe checkin bitch made nigga wreckin and collecting Memory weapon selecting Cause a mind is a terrible thing to waste I'm a
at the pad black lamp smoking indo Sipping on drank on a whole litter This for nigga moe I got a nine millimeter And a 4 5 I'm a keep it live Do it in
: x2] (A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day A lovely day, a lovely day A lovely day, it's a lovely day A lovely, a lovely day [Z-Ro:] I must'a, woke up
came slow, and nothing came fast Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G I came up, now
just lookin to make a lil' scrilla, But it turned a lil' christian into a lil' killa From ablel to label, and gun to rifle. It's a forward march, ain
(feat. Mussilini) [talking:] Gangstas G's, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw
us pulling up, plus looking like a million Balling permanently but fakers change, like chamileon [Hook x2:] They see a playa They see a playa They see a playa They see a
and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to you raw fast or slow dog It just took a little time for me to shine, and get up in the
somebody could have a start then somebody got me locked behind bars what a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life for your crime I'm doin time
love to see me live instead of helpin my family cry? Like a homeless person with a sign, I would work for food Ain't no shame in bein helpless it's a
a killa, and I'ma show you how to ride [Hook] [Z-Ro] I'ma show you motherfuckers, how to ride Let a motherfucker disrespect me, I'ma show a motherfucker
they already know The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk right, that be dropping a bomb I got a
from the cops Cause I'm a hustler, slash all that With plenty Christian in the background, for fall backs That mean I got a plan, B-C and D-E-F-G excetera
a damn, you see me strutting in my dob I'm looking so playa in a throwback, with a black Lac Grab a gat where the haters at, time to push back Like I'
had a friend like him I'm feeling vacated by destiny, wish I was in the wind like him He took me to the Kappa for the first time, plus the car show Late
a soldier that's showing no mercy [Z-Ro] When I wake up, I be wishing to find another way to make a living Baking a cake, back in the kitchen got my
doing sold out shows Ain't got time for rap wars, we gon shine like stars People see me at the bar, with E.S.G. in a car Fuck em all I'ma ball, with my
s for real Diamond in the back, bumper kits and fifth wheel When I flip it's a thrill, I give eye by sheers Watching out for my paint, cause five coats