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by Z-Ro

f/ Kevo, Lil' O



[Hook - 2x]

Come with me, ain't nothing changed I'm the same old G

Seem like it's my to shine, like the diamond cut in my grill

La da da da da, I'm real



[Z-Ro]

You can catch me flipping, and sipping and smoking

Up in the turning lane, with the doors wide open

We serious bout our habits, we never be choking

Catch us chain smoking, and violently choking

Why don't you wanna light up the blunt, that's in your hand

I'll pat ya with the 4-4, that is for sure man

Ain't no more breaking a leaf, ain't nothing but that dro man

Mess around and get too tipsey, you'll be on the floor man

Popping up, until I feel about as strong as four man

We don't smoke rocks but they are over our hand

Remember back in the day, I use to be a poor man

Now I'm gifted and sipping daily, with jewelry frozen



[Hook - 2x]



[Lil' O]

Uh, they say I'm acting funny, they saying O's strange

They saying no don't come around, nigga O's changed

Man O tripping man what's going down in O's brain

Talking down on me, them niggas still ain't having no change

See I don't really talk it, I just live it

I don't say I'm gonna, I just get it

Give a playa the ball, he 'pose to run with it

But these niggas rapping gossip, like some dumb bitches

Like how he get that Benz, how he get that dough

Yeah I got some bread, but wanna get some more

See I went from grinding, all in front the liqour store

To a made man, I'm top knotch nigga role

And you could do it too, this should inspire you

To get ya change, get out the game and retire fool

Before these streets fuck around, and retire you

You saying O ain't real, you a liar fool



[Hook - 2x]



[Kevo]

Mama say she hate game, but can't avoid mine

She know Vo' ain't giving shit to a hoe, but hard dick and hard times

I'm the homicidal Hitchcock

A sex addict and a weed fanatic, so tell me how could shit stop

Cause I'm real, ask Ro' I ask hoe how I spill

I spit rocks at my grill that's worth a mill, yeah a million bucks

My mouth piece armed with invisible sets and trillion cuts

This boy throwed, I thought they told you nigga Presidential code

You can see it, when I'm hauling in my load

My Escalade, all work no play

23 screens and eight 15's, that's tucked away

So you can, keep watching me and

I'ma pop this E man, after ecstasy the desert eagle

Followed up with a solo performance, from my HK to all ya people bitches



[Hook - 2x]