Out His Mind Z-Ro

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Z-Ro must be out his mind
Think I'ma let him 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
Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage
And get paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
I heard somebody told Drake I wasn't feelin' the song
Y'all know I would've been on it and been killing the song
It would've 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 in magazines or in the blogs?"
Bitch, I'm still up in the streets with my Locs and the dawgs
Real kush in the video, we don't fuck with fog
And if y'all ain't some real niggas, we don't fuck with y'all
They don't want a real nigga comin' up like bubbles in 7up
They want a nigga thats gon' bow down, I'll shoot you down soon as you're steppin' up
My knees don't bend unless I'm prayin', mane
I put no man before my god, fuck is you sayin', mane? Uh
"Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?"
'Cause soon as I get to rappin', they career roll off in hearses
Can't look me in my eye or shake my hand cause they too nervous
I'm tough as a leather pork chop and these bitches is sweeter than sherbet