Pot of Gold

Lyrics

[Intro: Z] Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi-Fi Fi FiringSquad Music It's a family thing for me There's a lot of artists though That might be initfor the wrongreason This shit is natural to me Iwake up I can gas in your face any fucking timeIwant That'sthe difference [Verse 1: Z] These rapperstalk aggressive Unaware theBrain is right behind you And I speak in unknown level skills Just have your steel trynna get inside you Tap you on your shirt, remind you I'm Blanka volt just swing at Ryu And if I'm talking shit about you, I'mma slow it down before I run it by you Surviving when my people swing, rapping all that gameplay So if you speak my name have you get the stained stains till the ruckus quiet Homie this ain't second thought My breath has taught, I'mma step to riots 80s baby, brain and water dying Lil homie this how Jesus walked Dimming straight for your featherweights Better up the plates so your chest don't break Before they talking through Ouija boards, cause I'm eating chords if they hesitate I'm nothing like these faggot rappers I'm reaching out when I levitate If I'm talking shit I respect the fake Cause where I'm from there ain't no getting by it But all these rappers these days steady spit game till the bitch deny it Homie they hit replay to laugh at E-stains and defined his lying Laughing at these rappers so hard I was almost fucking crying Posted blowing triple bleezies Getting sucked while this track rewinding If you beefing hit the show and find me I'm staging steady climbing I'm pouring Grey Goose in my Red Bull when they run that money by me I'm done fucking with these pussies hit that douche Get gliding I'm slapping in the whip residing wherever they keep that money riding C'mon and try me [Bridge: Z] Homie this is Squad, Brain Anybody fucking with it come holler at me The way I see it, you can put a artist into a studio And make them sound great But that artist will never have the capability to prove their worth I'm not lying It'll be your whole career of insecurities [Verse 2: Z] If they want Z it's not their regular I leave 'em mangled and still my pistol cool Wake up and take my kids to school cause I'm a grown man homie Don't take time just to convince these fools Cause I got family y'all finna institute Their lives they core and some pussies too But I'll take mine homie I was raised up in a time you talk You're front-lined homie And if a rapper wasn't spitting bars their love died on me The want hands they can come hit this tar I run like stogies Or park the van, you made me stop this car You'll love thy police No faking homie This how I live my life The majority of 'em often lie The internet's they Popeye spice So I blew the bars and dicked their wife My mental says I'm sick for life And the brainiacs and brains can be so They're talking bad I choke they throats They try to squirm, they get the knife I'm that soft, before grandpa passed he told me live my life So I'm knocking motherfuckers off and then sending prayers He my Jesus Christ My Jesus Christ My Jesus Christ My Jesus Christ My Jesus Christ [Bridge: Z] You're probably on my show to watching me murder all these fucking rappers But nobody want the burger I go berzerker and smoke a bleezy after This shit is natural to me There's hardly any effort But I'm tired of all these fake pussy MCs trynna think they rappers [Outro: Z] It's a glorious situation If you talented that shit gon' show But the moment they start calling you out Landslide