Z-ro - Round Here

Through the hard way nigga Negative, might be Nigga Z-Ro What up dog? What's crackin', brady? It's boss hog Kyleon, and I'm fuckin' with the king We 'bout to drop a fo' in a twenty ounce blue cream I place the order out in Cali' for the PT We get money while you niggas still asleep, and uh It's three in the morning, in the kitchen cooking OZ's Block to bleed, niggas to feed If I drop' em on twelve, comin' back 21 It's eighty sippers out the book, I move' em one by one See my hands is fast, my cook game raw I don't need no pyrex, gimme a coffee mug jar And I whip it to the left, whip it to the right Move it all around 'til they cook it airtight Let it dry, pop it out the jar, straight to the scale Wrap it up in plastic, straight to the mail It's boss hogg Kyleon, nigga Mike D Bleeds the block 'cause I am the streets, nigga Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor I know y'all rappers can't stand The fact that I'm back fresh outta jail That I'm also focused on nothin' but makin' my mail Ain't got no time to waste 'Cause the rap game is damn near dead Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Came to raise rap from it's deathbed Every song they play on the radio is bullshit, homie Them niggas got they blow up, but we got that good shit, homie Matter of fact you might even overdose 'Cause I've been known to cause blood clots I should been known to be a killa, but a bitch nigga I never was not I've always kept it real, even when everybody around me was fake They don't make 'em like me no more My kind don't break under pressure It's death before dishonor, nigga So that means before a rat, like Mickey Mouse I'll be another job for the gravedigger I ain't going back behind the fences with the razors If I'm locked up in the penitentiary, I can't make no paper So the last time I went, was the last time I'm ever gon' be in Instead of a five by six cell and a big brick home, that's what I live in Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until it's over on the Southside I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind I ain't got no time no play, I'm on a twenty-four hour grind Haters wanna see me fallin' off of my game They hatin' 'cause when they see me I'm havin thangs Dig these blues, if you jack me, I'm jacking you back 24/7 on my clothes, I keep my hand on my strap See I'm somethin' like a playa, somethin' like a pimp Gangsta strut on when when I limp like this Is return of the rapper Slash, the hood fella Lookin' for a rap to get a groove back like Stella Still got a sack of that A-1 good yella With a baby glock, ready to rock up our fellas Hit me on the celler, ain't a damn thang change Yeah (you know me) I'm still the drank man and, uh Here we go Kyleon and the King of the Ghetto Nigga we ain't got no love for you hoes All we tryna do is keep collecting dough Go get it, and come back, get that white as snow Candied doors, yeah they open up and close Run up on us, bitch you won't run up no more 'Cause we will slide yo' bitch ass across the floor, floor, floor

Uh I'm so glad I'm not stuck in the hood life Always hating on juggle mate but he wanna be like juggle mate fado I got 20 bad bitches on speed dial And they do whatever I say when I say So And to never ever ever ever be a Nigga like you is what I pray every day For Look I ain't never ever never ever Been a online gangster that's gay bro Tough ass typing fingers and emoji Banger you be Ro watchin' every day Hoe Yeah they lookin' for ya got our hood hot Fuckin' with me ya think I'ma play No I'll set this bitch off like I'm Boosie Come on I thought you said you was gon' do me Oh you tougher than a leather pork chop Boy you must be livin' in a movie Like that bitch that say she was gon' get me killed I thought she wasn't gangster but she sued me They just mad at me 'cause I won't give them shit Refuse to let a motherfucker use me I am Mo City Texas Set up shop in Mo City Texas bet ya gotta go through me Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city They givin' out days in my city The people that don't even stay in my city Overlooking people that stay in my city That make shit happen everyday in my city Barely see 'em if I do see 'em They don't never fuck with me when they in my city Culture vultures on some Ted Bundy shit All they be doing is raping my city You think it's cool but my people starvin' And you look like a Pappadeaux plate in my city It ain't all about codeine and cars we a gangster Hope you stay safe in my city I'm takin' city back where it's 'posed to be On top of this shit like we used to Got our own culture got our own way of talkin' We don't give a fuck what you do Every time I see my people dickriding out-of-towners I be like I'm too through (Traitor) DJ's spinnin' out-of-town records Like the hometown music boo-boo (Traitor) Like if you ain't Z-Ro, Kirko Bangz, Slim Thug, Lil Keke, or Bow Wop They'll never play it even if it's a hit Iff y'all think that's cool then fuck all y'all Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city They say Ro ain't playin' fair he got the cheat code It been 20 years like how the fuck he still in beast mode Bitch don't give me my flowers when I'm dead Hoe you can keep those No spine havin' soft hand shakin' I told y'all they some he-hoes Doing what they see us doing and doing where they see we go Tryna kick it with a real nigga I don't need no new amigos Fake niggas can't say they real no more I took that that's been repoed If I say you dead then you dead to me I can't even hear ya when ya speak hoe Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city Did this for my city but I got a lot of haters in my city Tried to starve me in my city but I get a lot of paper in my city It's not safe in my city but I couldn't feel safer in my city I don't need a pass anywhere you wanna go I can take you in my city

I used to be a sucka for love But I'm alright now Ain't nothin important to me except codeine over ice now Used to be a one woman man But I can't see myself with the wife now Fuck tryna please a muthafucka that can't be pleased I'm living my life now Take a time out to smell the roses Living life one day at a time An ungrateful bitch'll make a brotha get old quick I was about to lose my mind Silly me I was thinkin' forever The bitch was thinkin' about writin' out chetta But I ain't never been a trick bitch Bottom line, you can't get shit bitch Even my baby mama trippin', bitch go ahead and file on me And I really don't give a fuck Just as long as my child know me What the fuck am I supposed to do? Lord I know I need to be closer to you Damn right I been slippin' 'Cause I'm a Christian, but I ain't livin like a Christian Spend my time with midnight women Seem like every summer I'm in prison But no weapon formed against me shall prosper Keep God as ya man they can't stop ya My grandmother told me the pillow don't love you back But God never took one of my ribs and made me a woman I'ma concentrate on my stacks I don't wanna die lonely But them broads I deal with got me still singin', "I hate you bitch" I don't wanna die lonely But I know 90 % of the hoes just fuck with Z-Ro tryin' to get rich I don't wanna die lonely I'm in need of a woman's touch but In '08 you just can't trust these hoes I don't wanna die lonely Ain't got no time to play no games I'll be damned if I let another bitch drive me insane Why should I stress myself, when I know I need to be alone? (Beside me) What have you done for me lately You ain't got the right to go through my phone, woman Too many years I done paid the price But my days of payin' are gone 'Cause I don't love you no more bitch I'm about my money, man I would've givin' you the world But now you can't get a Goddamn dime from me, man I'm the man, I'm the boss, I'm the brotha that pays the cost I really do give a damn about Joseph If you're not him, get out What the fuck is a friend Everybody I see, is pretend baby And I'm a grown ass man today But I been callin' shots since a was 10 baby When I feel like fuckin' I'ma wrap a 100 dollar bill around my dick Even though I got a life time supply Bow ya heads, slap brothers for my nigga J. Prince I'ma million dollar playa, that's how I carry myself And can't no woman have my heart 'cause I'ma marry myself I don't wanna die lonely But them broads I deal with got me still singin', "I hate you bitch" I don't wanna die lonely But I know 90% of the hoes just fuck with Z-Ro tryin' to get rich I don't wanna die lonely I'm in need of a woman's touch but In '08 you just can't trust these hoes I don't wanna die lonely Ain't got no time to play no games I'll be damn if I let another bitch drive me insane

My daddy got here on the gravy train I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game They went walkin' and she took his name, round here There was dancin' in the afternoons, those days Waitin' tables, chasin' girls with the money he made It was 1957 and love felt the same, love felt the same Frightened little girl, she makes a break Into the arms of something better, round here I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark Waitin' patiently to make my mark, round here And I remember my, my first day at school And I remember trouble and thinkin' I was so cool I remember it all, like yesterday, don't you Every time I try to leave this place Something inside says, "You can do better", round here So come with me, let me show you where I've lived I want to put my hands in this earth again Music fell like rain to the streets The Specials and The Jam, to the beat Even though I think I've seen everythin' There is to see of this world I gotta be thankful that this crowded space Is the place of my birth All that I wanted, was to be someone Two little Hitlers in an old church hall Some cheesy covers and those neighbours That banged on the walls Andy says it's time to show them all, round here Please sir, we two have other plans Please sir you would not understand What's going on, is magical, can't you see That some of us do more than dream Every time I try to leave this place Something inside Says, "Keep on keepin', on and on", around here So come with me, let me show you where I've lived I wanna put my hands in this earth again Music fell like rain to the streets The Specials and The Jam, ABC Even though I think I've seen everythin' There is to see of this world I gotta be thankful that this crowded space Is the place of my birth, my birth In this town, yes, I guess I got to be someone To be somebody, in the beautiful city This place I call home (This place I call my home) These streets of London (This place I call my home) It's everythin' I know (Everythin' and everybody) On the streets of London (I wanna thank you, thank you) This place I call my home (I wanna thank you, thank you) Daddy got here on the gravy train Daddy got here on the gravy train Daddy got here on the gravy train

Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Everything feels like touchdown on a rainy day Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Now we're at square one And we wait too long 'Til we're at square one We never done Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Everything feels like touchdown on a rainy day Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Everything feels like touchdown on a rainy day Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Now we're at square one And we wait too long 'Til we're at square one 'Til we're at square one Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Everything feels like touchdown on a rainy day Part-time love is the life round here We're never done Part-time love We're never done Everything feels like touchdown on a rainy day Part-time love is life round here We're never done Every-