Pot of Gold Z (of Firing Squad) (Ft. Redro Killson)

[Intro: Z]
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FiringSquad Music
It's a family thing for me
There's a lot of artists though
That might be in it for the wrong reason
This shit is natural to me
I wake up
I can gas in your face any fucking time I want
That's the difference

[Verse 1: Z]
These rappers talk aggressive
Unaware the Brain is right behind you
And I speak in unknown level skills
Just have your steel trynna get inside you
Tap you on your shirt, remind you
I'm Blanka volt just swing at Ryu
And if I'm talking shit about you, I'mma slow it down before I run it by you
Surviving when my people swing, rapping all that gameplay
So if you speak my name have you get the stained stains till the ruckus quiet
Homie this ain't second thought
My breath has taught, I'mma step to riots
80s baby, brain and water dying
Lil homie this how Jesus walked
Dimming straight for your featherweights
Better up the plates so your chest don't break
Before they talking through Ouija boards, cause I'm eating chords if they hesitate
I'm nothing like these faggot rappers
I'm reaching out when I levitate
If I'm talking shit I respect the fake
Cause where I'm from there ain't no getting by it
But all these rappers these days steady spit game till the bitch deny it
Homie they hit replay to laugh at E-stains and defined his lying
Laughing at these rappers so hard I was almost fucking crying
Posted blowing triple bleezies
Getting sucked while this track rewinding
If you beefing hit the show and find me
I'm staging steady climbing
I'm pouring Grey Goose in my Red Bull when they run that money by me
I'm done fucking with these pussies hit that douche
Get gliding
I'm slapping in the whip residing wherever they keep that money riding
C'mon and try me