[Chorus:] ~Z-Ro~ (2x)
Still Hood, Still Paid, Still Throwed, Still Gangsta
Still a G, don't play me cause you'll see a**hole By Nature
[Verse 1:] ~Z-Ro~
Uh I couldn't afford lobster, I couldn't afford steak
So a three piece chicken wing dinner that's what I ate
Most friends were broke, only a couple had cake
Sleepin outside, I had no where to take my dates
Walkin around everyday in the same ole clothes
Seein the same ole n***as, and the same ole hoes
Strippers at the club dancin on the same ole poles
Drug dealers tryna get you to c**aine yo nose
Police raided the block, everyday at the same time
Tryna catch us and cuff us for comittin the same crime
But we had us a vison like Jordan with Hang Time
Tryna make a million dollars off of nickels and dimes
Brotha that was eleven years ago and I'm still grindin
Straight up out of the ruff, I ain't nothin but a diamond
Use to do it for free now I'm paid for my rhymin'
The money too good I ain't thinkin about retirin'
[Verse 2:] ~Trae~
I am the street dreams, still reppin for the south
But that wait until you get then they run up in yo house
Twenty four hours a day they forever runnin they mouth
Haters on dick but I'd rather run it in they spouse
It ain't hard to understand I'm on a different type of mission
Bein broke ain't even a option b**h I gotta glissen
I starved back then ain't nobody wanna listen
And that was way before I even had a pot to piss in
But what a n***a know I put the hood in the view
Now they greet me with the H everytime I come through
That's just out of respect cause I represent the realer
I been a G all of my life and never act brand new
Ain't no limit to the hustle cause I want it full time
I use to get head, now I want the full shine
Tryna make it to the top'll be my reason for rhyme
In the gutta guarantee me I'm a get it this time
[Repeat Chorus:] ~Z-Ro~
[Verse 3:] ~Z-Ro~
My a** got Crown Holder jeans, my chest got Evisu, and my feet got Gator
But don't get it twisted, and play me for weak
I just wanna look good when I'm walkin over all ya'll haters
When I was on lock my n***a Trae was takin over this b**h
And when I came home we connected like the internet
b**h I'm a veteran, I been around every since the beginnin
I've done a hell of alot but I'm not finished yet
I want a plaque but the bootleggers be makin it hard to do
Keep sellin this sh** b**h we gon maab on you
My attitude is rude, I never gave a f** and I never will
Maan I'm just tryna pay my bills, hol'up
Pimp C, P.A.trill n***a - polo f** that Hilfiger
Rest In Peace I'm a see you when I get there bro
Even though you in the grave my n***a you still throwed
[Verse 4:] ~Trae~
When it come to bein hood, hell yeah I'm in the zone
Never walk in nothin less then eight pools and a home
I'm the truth fuh real and ain't just in a song
Got e'm lookin at these hoes like they never seen chrome
When they pick up in the trunk it's a hundred percent slow
So throwed and you know Mr.Mcvey is so blowed
I'm cool but the whip wanna pose
Yeah the trunk got a mind of it's own all I do is let it glow
It's the king of the streets, and the king of the ghetto
Middle finger in the air when I wanna say hello
Call me what ya want I use to chase after hoes
Now they chasin after me till they break they stilettos
I'm still hood, still gangsta - A.B.N is on the top haters I'm a thank ya
Plus everywhere you go you gotta deal with us like it or not
Cause in the streets - or the rap we gon'out rank ya
[Repeat Chorus:] (Till End)