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letra de out his mind - z-ro

[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-gg- shine
if we do, the real n-gg-s 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-gg- shine
if we do, we gon’ pray the devil away and ain’t n-body 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 k!lling 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-gg-s we don’t f-ck with ya’ll
they don’t want a real n-gg- coming up like bubbles in 7up
they want a n-gg- 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 he-rs-s
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

[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 k!ller 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-gg-s’ 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-gg- shine
if we do, the real n-gg-s 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-gg- shine
if we do, we gon’ pray the devil away and ain’t n-body 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 d-ck but i am feelin’ myself
won’t rub him, baby need you k!llin’ 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

- z ro

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