Out His Mind

Z-ro must be out his mind
Think i let'em 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
Think we gon' let him on a big stage
And get payed the same way we get payed
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win
Ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say

I heard somebody told drake i wouldn't feel 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 mad, cesar in the block?"
Bitch i still hop in the streets with my loc's and my dogs
Real kush in the video, we don't fuck with false
And if ya'll ain't some real niggas we don't fuck with ya'll
They don't want a real nigga coming up like bubbles and 7up
They want a nigga thats gon' bow down
I'll shoot you down as soon as your steppin' up
My knees don't bend unless i'm prayin', man
I put no man before my god, 'fuck is you sayin', man?
"Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?"
Cause as soon as i get to rappin', they will go off in hearses
Can't look me in my eye or shake my hand cause they too nervous
I'm thougher than a leather punk jacket
And these bitches must be finished 'til they go off

Z-ro must be out his mind
Think i let'em 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
Think we gon' let him on a big stage
And get payed the same way we get payed
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win
Ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say

Rozay and Yo Gotti, appreciate the verse
I was able to get bigger circles as wide as time square's superb
Shout out to Gucci for doin' hater got me wrong
I don't want shit for free I wanted to pay him for the songs
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 make strippers get naked for me
Much love to Killer Mike, I fuck with B.O.B
Whenever I'm in A-T-Ya, they always fuck with me
R.i.p. Pimp C, he told me not to fuck for free
And bust a niggas' head open if they fuck with me
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think I let'em 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
Think we gon' let him on a big stage
And get payed the same way we get payed
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win
Ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
"Ro if you are in need, you can cast checks"
Bullshit, them ain't no g's them from span dead
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
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 out, promise ya'll don't want me to lose it
Real gangsta-shit ain't got shit to do with no music
They tough on X but friendly on person it's so confusing
Last time I saw Lil' Wayne it was hugs and debts
And made studios with kush balls and realer raps
Drankin', sure, gettin' higher than a motherfucker
Who say Ro ain't real they a lie like a motherfucker
Z-ro must be out his mind
Think I let'em 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
Think we gon' let him on a big stage
And get payed the same way we get payed
We can't let that nigga shine
If we do, we gon' pray the devil to win
Ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say