Yah Right Z (of Firing Squad)

[Intro: Z]
I want to front the mirror rapping all of my favorites
Music carried up out the streets homie all of it's savored
Hope he got the instrumental beat, cause this single was blazing
I'm probably plotting with hint for weeks, no eating just patiently waiting

[Verse 1: Z]
Somebody save me from this microphone I'm lost in it
Stockholm handling my syndrome with wack rolls
Top goal
Handling my business then I stow
The way the water pot blow
I stock homes and hostile
Que paso
Looking for my profit out this talk mode
No iPhones
I steer clear, I'm beer-eating tacos
Kicking back, stuffing my face
Money be pronto
Used to chop with love, and now I'm trynna cop a Bronco
Used to stomp in lugs, and now I hop in something dropped low
It's cheddar with my thugs and next to cheese in my nachos
We're getting fat belly big while I chop on my celly
And I'd prefer to be not broke, I need cheese for my reli-
This my duty, I'm on skater grind
There ain't shit you can tell me
They want beef I got deli
They'd rather smoke and excel it
I wrap it up and I sell it
Ain't no way I'm a felon
I got my family and we selling till we important like [Greely?]
Let's go