Z-Ro - Never Wrote lyrics
[Z-Ro - Never Wrote lyrics]
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
They say I'm the 2Pac of Texas
And you ain't got to like it but
I bet you gon' respect it
I really be one deep it ain't
Just hanging off my necklace
I need to take a shit but
My schedule be so hectic
Them people trying to send me
Up the road again
They don't want to see me drive
My Bentley up the road again
Racist motherfuckers when i go to
Court they show me them
They know i'm innocent but they don't
Give a fuck Z-Ro won't win
And then they wonder why my
Attitude the way it is
I'm rich but they still think I'ma rob
'em that's just the way it is
Leave church on a Sunday they don't give
A fuck what day it is
In front of me and behind me I can
Tell what type of day this is
It's a shame I got to
Walk around with bond money
I ain't got a receipt though the crooked
Cop gon' take some from me
He say he smell that loud I told
Him find it and let me know
I smelled it too but he couldn't find
It and had to let me go
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
21 gun salute dressed in black gators and
An Italian cut suit
When the camera start flashing I disappear
Into the crowd like Poof
These little rappers round town think
They live like me
Hope they survive and they get
To see 39 like me
Even gotta hustle in your sleep to
Be on your grind like me
Turn into sunlight dipped in chrome
Is how you shine like me
They living fantasies
Nigga but this the real-world here
Where all the grown women at? Ain't
Nothing but little girls here
These reality shows got all these
Hoes acting like thots
And Facebook is the brand new
Bible that's why relationships flop
And instead of breaking up a fight
We record it and holler "WorldStar!"
Could have saved a life instead
Another death on WorldStar
If Martin Luther King came back I
Wonder what he would say
Cops kill us, we riot, When
We kill each other, it's okay
We need to get our priorities in line
Or be a grandparent
Before you realize we was running out
Of time the whole time
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
They say I'm the 2Pac of Texas
And you ain't got to like it but
I bet you gon' respect it
I really be one deep it ain't
Just hanging off my necklace
I need to take a shit but
My schedule be so hectic
Them people trying to send me
Up the road again
They don't want to see me drive
My Bentley up the road again
Racist motherfuckers when i go to
Court they show me them
They know i'm innocent but they don't
Give a fuck Z-Ro won't win
And then they wonder why my
Attitude the way it is
I'm rich but they still think I'ma rob
'em that's just the way it is
Leave church on a Sunday they don't give
A fuck what day it is
In front of me and behind me I can
Tell what type of day this is
It's a shame I got to
Walk around with bond money
I ain't got a receipt though the crooked
Cop gon' take some from me
He say he smell that loud I told
Him find it and let me know
I smelled it too but he couldn't find
It and had to let me go
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
21 gun salute dressed in black gators and
An Italian cut suit
When the camera start flashing I disappear
Into the crowd like Poof
These little rappers round town think
They live like me
Hope they survive and they get
To see 39 like me
Even gotta hustle in your sleep to
Be on your grind like me
Turn into sunlight dipped in chrome
Is how you shine like me
They living fantasies
Nigga but this the real-world here
Where all the grown women at? Ain't
Nothing but little girls here
These reality shows got all these
Hoes acting like thots
And Facebook is the brand new
Bible that's why relationships flop
And instead of breaking up a fight
We record it and holler "WorldStar!"
Could have saved a life instead
Another death on WorldStar
If Martin Luther King came back I
Wonder what he would say
Cops kill us, we riot, When
We kill each other, it's okay
We need to get our priorities in line
Or be a grandparent
Before you realize we was running out
Of time the whole time
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke
Hoping my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I never wrote
Up in my studio getting blowed
To the illest shit I ever spoke