On My Grind - Z-Ro

uh-oh y’all muthafuckers done fucked up now

z-ro the crooked muthafucking moe city don

yeah nigga i done hooked up with rap alot

know what i’m saying

i know y’all don’t like that

fuck y’all

the mansions, the hummer, the bentley i want it all

like every other nigga thats 26 i wanna ball

that’s why i get up off my rump and i go and get it

so when my pockets looking low time to pay the suburb a visit

i can’t see myself at the bottom of the food chain

when a nigga hungry and broke i go through some mood swings

lay it down muthafucker i got kids to feed

i was on the block and z-ro need the speed

do i suffer from greed i gotta get some cash quick

cuz i look back on my life a nigga ain’t never had shit

50 packets get me through the night

y’all would’ve kept chopping

quarter ounces keepin fiends geeking

and stuffing weed sacks like pillows

i eat on the block i sleep on the block then i retreat on the block

caught up in this game of chasing dough

i’m not mamas little boy no more

everytime you see me in public i’m on my grind

it started out just trying to get fed

i gotta get up and go get this bread

and the?

of 50 million i’m about to lose my head