[Z-Ro]
Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a
'Nother fair weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese
Y'all niggas get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you niggas, ain't want me to hit the weed
Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed
Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free
But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me
Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class
Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass
In my corduroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vuitton
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggas ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
Fuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggas don't have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause with or without your support, I'mma still be straight
The less niggas around me, the better I can concentrate
When I can't think straight, I open up a chest plate
It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
We ain't cool, I think you better rewind yourself
Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
I don't need no friend, I don't need no broad
Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord
Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard
Cause I'mma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
So instead of keeping my niggas, get the steel with me
I can do bad one deep, so I chill with me (fuck y'all niggas)
Don't come around my way, cause I don't need a
'Nother fair weather friend, with a trick up his sleeve
Acting like you really my nigga, but he after my cheese
Y'all niggas get me congested, move around and let me breathe
I remember when you niggas, ain't want me to hit the weed
Now that I'm rapping, you see me and tell me to hit the weed
Thinking you can get a VIP pass, and get in free
But Joseph McVey, is enough company for me
Wanna kick it with me, cause I kick it with the high class
Y'all didn't wanna kick it, when I was down on my ass
In my corduroy britches, y'all was in Louis Vuitton
Laughing and pointing at a nigga, trying to ruin my fun
For using the millennium, or money by the ton
You niggas ain't help me get it, I did it with no one
Fuck showing love back, I ain't showing none (y'all niggas don't have to)
Come to none of my shows, or buy none of my tapes
Cause with or without your support, I'mma still be straight
The less niggas around me, the better I can concentrate
When I can't think straight, I open up a chest plate
It could be ya death date, get beside yourself
We ain't cool, I think you better rewind yourself
Before a cemetery, be where you can find yourself
So beat your feet, and let the do' close behind yourself
I don't need no friend, I don't need no broad
Only thing I need, is the help of the good Lord
Trying to kick it, but motherfuckers sing to hard
Cause I'mma be keeping it real, they gon be keeping it fraud
A hundred and fifty-two percent, are real with me
So instead of keeping my niggas, get the steel with me
I can do bad one deep, so I chill with me (fuck y'all niggas)
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