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King of the Ghetto

Z-Ro

The Life of Joseph W. McVey

2004

dome
I mash niggaz, and I trash niggaz
When it come down, to the cash nigga
Beat that ass, in a flash nigga
Pistol play, and I'ma blast nigga

feeling
Stay by my side when I’m healing
Your body my drug u get me high like a ceiling
If they fuck with my girl stg ima kill em
U my Roque babygirl u my

a fool to doubt
I'm not getting the respect I need
You get to praying down on your knees
Pay your homage with the Cash App fees
Money like bars, they don't

For me and my niggas
Yeah, niggas tried to play me 
Like I’m old or aging 
Shit be amazing 
Now gone and pay me
If you had a baby
It’d be bad and crazy

write them down
I spit it straight to the face and then I pipe ‘em down
Uhh
Hit the plug, get it by the pound
Man, your guy’s looking like a clown
Let me

sure you love me 
You so far, I'm so cold, you the blanket make me warm
And I'm missing you again multiple that by a ten
Are you sure you love me sure

The last thing you see is the look in my eyes and it's haunting
I'm leaving you here to bleed out on the concrete
They could tell pretty quick by the way

White Trash

Lordz of Brooklyn

All in the Family

1995

He got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
They're gettin' stared at by some off duty

to the sto'
He wanted me to roll with his homie named Joe
Smart baller, by the way, who drove a raggedy Pinto
That's when I knew right then and there
I had

At the moment, got my eyes on two
ATM nearby, all the cash get through

Please believe, all the tens gettin' jacked by me
And the queens who act shy
Want a king in

a playlist
Make some spotify cash by going totally unnoticed
The thought has crossed my mind and I ain't too proud to admit it
You gotta take anything that you

go stupid

By the way, I'm okay 
Hop on the scene like anyway
I'm with my team and we okay
Steady poppin no chardonnay
More life so we celebrate 
Night

come down and past night time 
Even in the shade I still get shine its my 

Pleasure yeah it's my pleasure, right 
No one can do it better nah 
It's my

and you know she hella thick
Don't too many bitches really know me by my government
Stay down till we up then we going be hella rich
Got my dreams coming

let's make the most
Raise a toast and relax
Cole Haan boots all black
I'm dripping off it
I'm making profit
They keep on watching
Saying I won't blow
Oh

froze
Still dial-up; just like modem
Debt... no regret
Still bang on bout cash that I owed em
Won't pay when they chop that down
Get blocked off like

Buzzin'

Mann

Buzzin'

2010

When I come around, round, round
They go
Yeah, yeah its going down, down, down
They go

New cat with a old school feel
Only new artist with a old

and bullet flares

Yo, in my town we got foul habit's
40 cal packers
Hustlers plow cash and trap in a wild fashion
Til agents chase us around backwards
They

that's a night in a cell
But these scauldy little cunts go out robbing thinking they can do well
Saying Empty your pockets before I send you to hell
I'm

make it happen
To no surprise there's a constant ringing
Growth today the phone keep singing
Tapers off round 4 or 5
So imagine my surprise that night I

of these niggas they gon' up a notepad my whole shit they gon' bite
Lemme slow down, imma hold it now, but its no one's if the shit get found
That was sum

life
Now it's 2002 my ego is bruised I done sat on every lot with every car that is used
They walk by but never pick me they say I'm not reliable
I'm

and stop fucking one another,
So blinded by the cash you only worship the green,
I spit that real that means I'll probably never go mainstream,
Rest In peace

coming back With this old flow, these bitches still gon
Trip about me, you already know how it go, Came back and we top down, suck it up she
Give me top