The Mo City Don Z-Ro

[Hook]
K-I-N-G, the Mo City Don
I know you heard about me and this mission I'm on
But not in R-A-P, I'm just tryna live on
Not in the penitentiary, I'd rather be rolling chrome
In the P-E-N-T, my attitude is shown
Cause I've never been friendly, you should leave me alone
But if I S-L-I-P, and my brains get blown
Just listen at my CD cause I live in my song

[Z-Ro]
I'm just living my life
Not worried about no money or no women and I
Just rolling in something foreign with my gun at my side
Smoking designer doja, hope I don't run into one time
No particular destination, I just want to roam
Don't want to talk, I left all of my cellphones at home
All I need is fifteen pounds of leave me alone
Cause ain't nobody on this level I'm on
And all I see is murder, murder, my mind state
Preoccupied with homicide, tryna survive through this crime rate
Most of my homies hustle for big bucks, but blow it on bullshit
Then start complaining about how they can't come up
Association brings about simulation, you know what that mean?
Meet with a fiend and you too will become a dope fiend
The same thang goes for crooks and thieves
I'm not getting arrested again to give a lawyer my cheese