Out His Mind

Lyrics

[Chorus: Z-Ro] Z-Ro must be out his mind Think I'ma let him rap on my song? Then my song won't even be my song We can't let that nigga shine If we do, the real niggas gon' be on If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home Z-Ro must be out his mind Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage And get paid the same way we get paid We can't let that nigga shine If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say Uh [Verse 1: Z-Ro] I heard somebody told Drake I wasn't feelin' the song Y'all know I would've been on it and been killing the song It would've got me a couple of mo' million alone But it's all good, I got a couple of million at home "Z-Ro, why you ain't in magazines or in the blogs?" Bitch, I'm still up in the streets with my Locs and the dawgs Real kush in the video, we don't fuck with fog And if y'all ain't some real niggas, we don't fuck with y'all They don't want a real nigga comin' up like bubbles in 7up They want a nigga thats gon' bow down, I'll shoot you down soon as you're steppin' up My knees don't bend unless I'm prayin', mane I put no man before my god, fuck is you sayin', mane? Uh "Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?" 'Cause soon as I get to rappin', they career roll off in hearses Can't look me in my eye or shake my hand cause they too nervous I'm tough as a leather pork chop and these bitches is sweeter than sherbet [Chorus: Z-Ro] Z-Ro must be out his mind Think I'ma let him rap on my song? Then my song won't even be my song We can't let that nigga shine If we do, the real niggas gon' be on If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home Z-Ro must be out his mind Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage And get paid the same way we get paid We can't let that nigga shine If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say Uh [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Rozay and Yo Gotti, appreciate the verse I was able to get circles of white and squares of purp' Shout out to Gucci for doin' "Haters Got Me Wrong" I don't want shit for free, I wanted to pay him for the song I got a lot of haters hatin' on me A couple jackers 'round the corner and they waitin' on me If I die, know I ain't gon' be where Satan gon' be But while I'm here, go on 'n make the strippers get naked for me Uh Much love to Killer Mike, I fuck with B.o.B Whenever I'm in A-T-L, they always fuck with me RIP Pimp C, he told me not to fuck for free And bust a nigga head open if they fuck with me [Chorus: Z-Ro] Z-Ro must be out his mind Think I'ma let him rap on my song? Then my song won't even be my song We can't let that nigga shine If we do, the real niggas gon' be on If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home Z-Ro must be out his mind Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage And get paid the same way we get paid We can't let that nigga shine If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say Uh [Verse 3: Z-Ro] "Ro, if you ain't wearin' these, you can't cash checks" Bullshit, them ain't no jeans, them some spandex If I did that, I couldn't live with myself Never sell out for the money, keep it real with myself I am not touchin' my dick, but I am feelin' myself Dem want ramp wit me, me don't need a shooter Me kill dem myself I'm from the wish-a-rapper-woods I wish a rapper would Get at me on your song, that's cool I'm gon' get at your hood So you're a hot boy, huh? You better cool it Man, I just found it, I promise y'all don't want me to lose it Real gangsta shit, ain't got shit to do with no music They tough on wax, but friendly in person, it's so confusing Last time I saw Lil' Wayne, it was hugs and daps At mad studios with kush buds and 'rillo wraps Drankin' syrup, gettin' high like a motherfucker Who say 'Ro ain't real? They a lie like a motherfucker [Chorus: Z-Ro] Z-Ro must be out his mind Think I'ma let him rap on my song? Then my song won't even be my song We can't let that nigga shine If we do, the real niggas gon' be on If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home Z-Ro must be out his mind Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage And get paid the same way we get paid We can't let that nigga shine If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say Uh