Zone
Aye, aye... aye aye, aye
aye aye, aye
She said welcome to my city
I grew up on the Southside
grandma house in Summer Hill
7 babies mouth wide
rollin' wit' the troubled crowd
cousins I got vouched by
jumped me in wit' B&E
the owners was at South by
my come up wasn't pretty
but don't be lookin' down on me
all my Js was secondhand
kids was tryna clown on me
now I got some money I feel like I won the lottery
but all I want is love, if you don't just wanna fuck
come here
Baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I'm just zonin', zonin', aye
baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I just zone... I just zone aye
Straight up outta zone 3, souf Atlanta
where I live you don't really want no beef, got them hammers
and we really 'bout it, I'm too busy hustlin' for manners
keep it one hunnid wit' me is you down?
She said "who is you to judge?"
You only got all that because
yo daddy had a job, ya momma gave a fuck
and mine was rollin wit the Bloods
when I lost my father to the crack game
I was 5, ain't even rode the bus yet
when I got older, had me upset
no allowance, surrounded, nothin' but debt
Man it ain't no God
if it is i don't want no parts
all of these men ain't got no heart
you too, think you better than me 'cause you smart
Get a lil' mo humble for yourself
you flaw I ain't got time for you
stay up out my face
don't hit my phone when I come ridin' thru
it's cold and you had me open
I don't need nobody's love lookin down they nose n'
boo my neck still gon' be frozen, I'm body rollin'
in the party I got hella hoes jockin' me
I be like "come here!"
Baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I'm just zonin', zonin', aye
baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I just zone... I just zone aye
Straight up outta zone 3, souf Atlanta
where I live you don't really want no beef, got them hammers
and we really 'bout it, I'm too busy hustlin' for manners
keep it one hunnid wit' me is you down?
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
I gotta know, is you 'bout it bro?
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
I gotta know, I gotta know
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
I gotta know, is you 'bout it bro?
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
Aye
aye aye, aye
She said welcome to my city
I grew up on the Southside
grandma house in Summer Hill
7 babies mouth wide
rollin' wit' the troubled crowd
cousins I got vouched by
jumped me in wit' B&E
the owners was at South by
my come up wasn't pretty
but don't be lookin' down on me
all my Js was secondhand
kids was tryna clown on me
now I got some money I feel like I won the lottery
but all I want is love, if you don't just wanna fuck
come here
Baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I'm just zonin', zonin', aye
baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I just zone... I just zone aye
Straight up outta zone 3, souf Atlanta
where I live you don't really want no beef, got them hammers
and we really 'bout it, I'm too busy hustlin' for manners
keep it one hunnid wit' me is you down?
She said "who is you to judge?"
You only got all that because
yo daddy had a job, ya momma gave a fuck
and mine was rollin wit the Bloods
when I lost my father to the crack game
I was 5, ain't even rode the bus yet
when I got older, had me upset
no allowance, surrounded, nothin' but debt
Man it ain't no God
if it is i don't want no parts
all of these men ain't got no heart
you too, think you better than me 'cause you smart
Get a lil' mo humble for yourself
you flaw I ain't got time for you
stay up out my face
don't hit my phone when I come ridin' thru
it's cold and you had me open
I don't need nobody's love lookin down they nose n'
boo my neck still gon' be frozen, I'm body rollin'
in the party I got hella hoes jockin' me
I be like "come here!"
Baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I'm just zonin', zonin', aye
baby I'm just zonin', zonin'
baby I just zone... I just zone aye
Straight up outta zone 3, souf Atlanta
where I live you don't really want no beef, got them hammers
and we really 'bout it, I'm too busy hustlin' for manners
keep it one hunnid wit' me is you down?
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
I gotta know, is you 'bout it bro?
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
I gotta know, I gotta know
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
I gotta know, is you 'bout it bro?
Baby is you down wit' the shits, I gotta know
Aye
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