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Lyrics

[Intro: Z] Man Z just trynna pull up to the show Chill with the family Hit the stage and get paid like arranged And then on to the next you know I'm trynna chill with my family man, and if you fuck that up I mean come one [Verse 1: Z] When I walk into the dark expect at least 50 by like nine o'clock And where the fuck the green room at? So I can roll me some weed I'm really easy going unless that payment in a funny spot I mean what the fuck's a job though without some structure and a money drop I'm cool with all the primes So my kids love the perks that rapping got But even more than that they hate the fact that I'm gone So where my money at I'm chilling with my people sipping corona's till you find my scraps And if yo ass is coming back the Son of Brain will catch you second lap I just wanna chop it with the people Descent when Swisher raps I really wasn't playing when I told you it was fam not fans I'm in the venue conversating, faded exchanging bands Signing all these autographs cause at night they fall you had faulty plans So lets get faded homies, cause I ain't doing it If they ain't got my money, fuck it Z be over quick It's just the principle to shit My life, like breathing is Onto the next till he's scurving on my Z shit [Hook: Z] If they ain't paying me I'm scurving it's the principle I never take pain man I'm weak Just make the show pop homie I ain't difficult Just wanna bless em with this heat Just make the show pop homie I ain't difficult (x2) People take pain man are weak [Verse 2: Z] Performing since the 90s so don't try me I know my game homie Talk about the sun but worried you're lying It's a shame homie Maneuvered like my whole squad of shooters Got questions ask for me Cause shit you see is that of Medusa This mic's dead for me Just trynna party till we part and spin like Air Jordans Rocking parties at 4 in the morning cause the whole town open My kids told me get this cheese So don't be round nosing Cough up a mouth spoken like I'm the account movement Try and party with his people Leave my tab open Every new night at Seagle See the bag coasting Sicker than a scab open I just need my cash homie I don't wanna have the WorldStar make my dash on em (I'm out) I'm spending hours in the lab on em So when I hit the stage I need my pager or my ad commas (pause motherfuckers) This music is my purpose, but this shit also my job so I'm just asking you respect it (c'mon) [Hook: Z] (x2) If they ain't paying me I'm scurving it's the principle I never take pain man I'm weak Just make the show pop homie I ain't difficult Just wanna bless em with this heat Just make the show pop homie I ain't difficult (x2) People take pain man are weak