Principal Z (of Firing Squad)

[Intro: Z]
Man Z just trynna pull up to the show
Chill with the family
Hit the stage and get paid like arranged
And then on to the next you know
I'm trynna chill with my family man, and if you fuck that up
I mean come one

[Verse 1: Z]
When I walk into the dark expect at least 50 by like nine o'clock
And where the fuck the green room at?
So I can roll me some weed
I'm really easy going unless that payment in a funny spot
I mean what the fuck's a job though without some structure and a money drop
I'm cool with all the primes
So my kids love the perks that rapping got
But even more than that they hate the fact that I'm gone
So where my money at
I'm chilling with my people sipping corona's till you find my scraps
And if yo ass is coming back the Son of Brain will catch you second lap
I just wanna chop it with the people
Descent when Swisher raps
I really wasn't playing when I told you it was fam not fans
I'm in the venue conversating, faded exchanging bands
Signing all these autographs cause at night they fall you had faulty plans
So lets get faded homies, cause I ain't doing it
If they ain't got my money, fuck it Z be over quick
It's just the principle to shit
My life, like breathing is
Onto the next till he's scurving on my Z shit