Z-Ro

"Out His Mind"

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think i'ma let'em rap on my song
Then my song won't even be my song
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, the real n*ggas 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 paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what he say

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
I heard somebody told drake i wasn't feelin' 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 in magazines or in the blogs?"
b*tch I'm still up in the streets with my LOCs and my dogs
Real kush in the video, we don't f*ck with fog
And if ya'll ain't some real n*ggas we don't f*ck with ya'll
They don't want a real n*gga coming up like bubbles in 7up
They want a n*gga thats gon' bow down'n out, shoot you down as soon as you're steppin' up
My knees don't bend unless i'm prayin', man...
I put no man before my god, 'f*ck is you sayin', man?
"Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?"
Cause soon as i get to rappin', their career roll off in hearses
Can't look me in my eye or shake my hand cause they too nervous
I'm tough as a leather pork chop and these b*tches is real sherbet

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think i'ma let'em rap on my song
Then my song won't even be my song
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, the real n*ggas 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 paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what he say

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Rozay and Yo Gotti, appreciate the verse...
I was able to get circles of white and squares of purp'...
Shout out to Gucci for doin' Haters Got Me Wrong...
I don't want sh*t for free, i wanted to pay him for the song
I got a lot of haters hatin' on me
A couple jackers 'round the corner and they waitin' on me
If i die, no, i ain't gon' be what satan gon' be
But while i'm here go on'n make the strippers get naked for me
Much love to Killer Mike, i f*ck with B.o.B
Whenever i'm in A-T-L, they always f*ck with me
R.i.p. Pimp C, he told me not to f*ck for free
And bust a n*ggas' head open if they f*ck with me

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think i'ma let him rap on my song
Then my song won't even be my song
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, the real n*ggas gon' be on
If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home
Z-ro must be out his mind
Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage
And get paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what he say

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
"Ro if you ain't wearin' these, you can't cash checks"
Bullsh*t, them ain't no jeans, them some spandex
If i did that, i couldn't live with myself
Never sell out for the money, keep it real with myself
I am not touchin' my di*k but i am feelin' myself
Won't rub him, baby need you killin' myself
I'm from the wish-a-rapper-woods
I wish a rapper would
Get at me on your song, thats cool
I'm gon' get at your hood
So you're a hot boy, huh?
You better cool it
Man, I just found it, I promise ya'll don't want me to lose it
Real gangsta-sh*t ain't got sh*t to do with no music
They tough on wax but friendly in person, it's so confusing...
Last time i saw Lil' Wayne it was hugs and daps
At mad studios with kush buds and 'rillo wraps...
Drankin' syrup, gettin' high like a motherf*cker
Who say 'Ro ain't real? They a lie like a motherf*cker

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think i'ma let'em rap on my song
Then my song won't even be my song
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, the real n*ggas 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 paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n*gga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what he say

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