Z-Ro - Out His Mind lyrics
[Z-Ro - Out His Mind lyrics]
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
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?"
Bitch, I'm still up in the streets
With my Locs and the dawgs
Real kush in the video
We don't fuck with fog
And if y'all ain't some real niggas
We don't fuck with y'all
They don't want a real nigga comin'
Up like bubbles in 7up
They want a nigga 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, fuck 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 bitches is sweeter than sherbet
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
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 shit 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 fuck with BoB
Whenever I'm in A T-L
They always fuck with me
RIP Pimp C, he told me not to fuck for free
And bust a nigga head open
If they fuck with me
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
"Ro, if you ain't wearin' these
You can't cash checks"
Bullshit, 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 dick
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 shit
Ain't got shit 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 motherfucker
Who say 'Ro ain't real? They
A lie like a motherfucker
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
Think I'ma let him rap on my song?
Then my song won't even be my song
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
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?"
Bitch, I'm still up in the streets
With my Locs and the dawgs
Real kush in the video
We don't fuck with fog
And if y'all ain't some real niggas
We don't fuck with y'all
They don't want a real nigga comin'
Up like bubbles in 7up
They want a nigga 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, fuck 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 bitches is sweeter than sherbet
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
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 shit 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 fuck with BoB
Whenever I'm in A T-L
They always fuck with me
RIP Pimp C, he told me not to fuck for free
And bust a nigga head open
If they fuck with me
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh
"Ro, if you ain't wearin' these
You can't cash checks"
Bullshit, 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 dick
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 shit
Ain't got shit 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 motherfucker
Who say 'Ro ain't real? They
A lie like a motherfucker
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 nigga shine
If we do, the real niggas 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 nigga shine if we do
He gon' pray the devil away and ain't
Nobody gon' listen to what we say uh