[Z-Ro:] I'm from Missouri City Texas, Ridgemont to be exact Where you haters come, to get your wig stomped And 9-1-1 is just a number, cause the laws ain't coming We all got glock 40's, and let em thump So before, I sell my soul A n***a like me'll do my whole sentence, with no parole Damn it I'm tired of falling short, everytime I set a goal But if we get pulled over I'm gon claim what's mine ain't gon try to act like I don't know who it's fo' Y'all n***az be telling lies, straight up snitching Probably piss sitting down cause y'all women, with your make-up on switching Me I stand up on ten toes, won't fall for nothing f** a percentage I need the total, it's all or nothing I never ran from anybody, a coward I can't be that Or get beat the f** up by one of these hoe a** n***az, I just can't see that I'm the King of the Ghetto mayn, they call me Z-Ro Yeah it's cool to take a picture, but don't f** with me hoe cause uh [Hook:] Z-Ro, don't play no games-games Hell naw, I don't play no games-games Stash spot for my burner, in my car do' mayn-mayn Yeah I'm rapping, but I'm still trapping stacking that dope mayn-mayn [Z-Ro:] If you hang with haters, you might pick up some of they produty Since I love me how I am, one deep is how I gotta be If ends don't make his best friend, the victim of a robbery So I don't expect none of my people, to ride or die for me I handle my own beef, I don't need back-up Cause if they talking bout jumping me, I'm raising my gat up See all I have in this world, is my balls and my pride f** talking about you behind your back, I'm trying to see your eyes Then I say something, unlike these mark a** n***az because they stay bumping Telling motherf**ers they whip, but can't afford to lay away something And every bad b**h come around, they swear they had em But when they close enough to touch, n***az won't reach out and grab em I ain't never, had to lie on my poll Cause everytime it get swoll, I select something to fold and leave it swoll Hope she don't try to go through my pockets, when I'm asleep though Yeah it's cool to bump and grind, but don't f** with me hoe cause uh [Hook] [Z-Ro:] I talk like and walk like, a gangsta my n***a One in the chamber, in case I meet up with danger my n***a You fail to plan, then you plan to fail I plan on receiving residuals, from all my record sales I stand on stages alone, just me and the microphone Do one of your favorite songs, take some pictures then I'm gone Instead of going to a mansion, I'm headed back to the block It's time to get the trap cracking, I move marijuana and crack rock Not saying that you're bad, for saying I'm chasing cash Cause depending on rap money, I'd be broke and on my a** Whatever I gotta do, to stay up on my feet It's a guarantee I'ma do it, until I see me deceased Now if you do some hoe sh** in front of me, I'ma let you know And if it hurts you to hear it, don't come around a real n***a no mo' Take your feelings out your pockets, cause it means nothing to Z-Ro Yeah y'all can make motherf**er feel guilty, but not me though [Hook x3]