Out His Mind - Z-Ro

Z-ro must be out his mind

Think i let’em 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

Think we gon' let him on a big stage

And get payed the same way we get payed

We can’t let that nigga shine

If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win

Ain’t nobody gon' listen to what we say

I heard somebody told drake i wouldn’t feel the song

Ya’ll know i would’ve been on it and been killing the song

It would have 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 mad, cesar in the block?»

Bitch i still hop in the streets with my loc’s and my dogs

Real kush in the video, we don’t fuck with false

And if ya’ll ain’t some real niggas we don’t fuck with ya’ll

They don’t want a real nigga coming up like bubbles and 7up

They want a nigga thats gon' bow down

I’ll shoot you down as soon as your steppin' up

My knees don’t bend unless i’m prayin', man

I put no man before my god, 'fuck is you sayin', man?

«Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?»

Cause as soon as i get to rappin', they will go off in hearses

Can’t look me in my eye or shake my hand cause they too nervous

I’m thougher than a leather punk jacket

And these bitches must be finished 'til they go off