Out His Mind lyrics

[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, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
I heard somebody told Drake I wasn't feelin' the song
Y'all know I would've been on it and been killing the song
It would've 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 the dawgs
Real kush in the video, we don't f*ck with fog
And if y'all ain't some real n*ggas, we don't f*ck with y'all
They don't want a real n*gga comin' up like bubbles in 7up
They want a n*gga thats gon' bow down, I'll shoot you down soon as you're steppin' up
My knees don't bend unless I'm prayin', mane
I put no man before my god, f*ck is you sayin', mane? Uh
"Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?"
'Cause soon as I get to rappin', they 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 sweeter than sherbet
[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, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[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, know I ain't gon' be where Satan gon' be
But while I'm here, go on 'n make the strippers get naked for me
Uh
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
RIP Pimp C, he told me not to f*ck for free
And bust a n*gga 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, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[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
Dem want ramp wit me, me don't need a shooter
Me kill dem myself
I'm from the wish-a-rapper-woods
I wish a rapper would
Get at me on your song, that's 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 y'all 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 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, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh