[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
My whole life I been bred wrong. Look, hater, you dead wrong
I don't want no trouble. I'm just tryna get my bread on
Park bench was my bed. That's what I laid my head on
Thin bed sheet, Vienna sausages, and headphones
Look, I done came a long way. It's full speed ahead
I know they wanna see me broke or wanna see me dead
Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to me. Do you see me scared?
They ain't stop makin' 'em after they made yours, homie
Why ya hate to see me walk on marble floors, homie?
I ain't greedy, I can show ya how to marble yours, homie
It's enough food for everybody to chew
Stop actin' like the game has fed everybody but you
You can go all the way to 10, stop stoppin' at 2
My bad bitches ain't stayin', they just droppin' it through
They like "It's 'Give Z-ro Some Head' night"
And I know that head tight
Long as that bread right, Z-Ro there err' night
I go hard in the paint like Shaquille
Everything I did, I did it without a deal
10 thousand dollar dinner, I got the tip and the bill
See my face on the wall at the Palm, this shit for real
I'm bangin' DJ Screw when I'm comin' down
All of this knock in the rear, you know I shut 'em down
Her booty look like a smart car, she one of mine
The top stay down, it's always summer time
Look at the paint, satin black everything I roll
So many titles, no written, everything I own
He say I'm broke, don't know what type of dope he was on
20k a night in the club, type of shit we was on
Wonder what my momma would say if she was still livin'
"Act like you're broke, son. I know you ain't still givin'
Who all these ladies is? I know you ain't still pimpin'."
21 years later - yeah, momma I'm still winnin'
My whole life I been bred wrong. Look, hater, you dead wrong
I don't want no trouble. I'm just tryna get my bread on
Park bench was my bed. That's what I laid my head on
Thin bed sheet, Vienna sausages, and headphones
Look, I done came a long way. It's full speed ahead
I know they wanna see me broke or wanna see me dead
Talkin' 'bout what they gon' do to me. Do you see me scared?
They ain't stop makin' 'em after they made yours, homie
Why ya hate to see me walk on marble floors, homie?
I ain't greedy, I can show ya how to marble yours, homie
It's enough food for everybody to chew
Stop actin' like the game has fed everybody but you
You can go all the way to 10, stop stoppin' at 2
My bad bitches ain't stayin', they just droppin' it through
They like "It's 'Give Z-ro Some Head' night"
And I know that head tight
Long as that bread right, Z-Ro there err' night
I go hard in the paint like Shaquille
Everything I did, I did it without a deal
10 thousand dollar dinner, I got the tip and the bill
See my face on the wall at the Palm, this shit for real
I'm bangin' DJ Screw when I'm comin' down
All of this knock in the rear, you know I shut 'em down
Her booty look like a smart car, she one of mine
The top stay down, it's always summer time
Look at the paint, satin black everything I roll
So many titles, no written, everything I own
He say I'm broke, don't know what type of dope he was on
20k a night in the club, type of shit we was on
Wonder what my momma would say if she was still livin'
"Act like you're broke, son. I know you ain't still givin'
Who all these ladies is? I know you ain't still pimpin'."
21 years later - yeah, momma I'm still winnin'
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