| You can get your shit, and shoot-shoot all days up |
| But I don’t give a fuck, cause ain’t nobody gonna touch me |
| I bet you, I be standing in the end |
| I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins |
| Do I fuck with laws naw, I don’t fuck with Paul Wall |
| And I’m riding in some’ing big enough, to get rid of all y’all |
| Whenever I get to wrecking, I might keep my flow slow like |
| Big ass momentary kush, and a codeine cup with no ice |
| Flow nice with the pen and pad, and dangerous with that op top |
| I’m also known to paint stains, that bang and make your house rock |
| Make a mouth drop, whenever I’m seen bending a corner |
| Put my shit in park and hop out, and just might take someone to the corner |
| What’s cracking that six cracking, that’s what that do |
| My body got tattoos, mainly cause my track blue |
| Get a millnuver or ruger, from a Hoover as he maneuvers |
| I run to ya as I do ya, your boxing game is straight manure |
| Been the King of the Ghetto, since 1999 |
| I remain groove in my kingdom, with my nine right by my side |
| I lay and wreck, your motherfucking chest at |
| Get ready for this right here, I’m about to leave you breathless bang |
| They say my attitude is grass, but that shit just make me laugh |
| Now shut up before I pull out my piece, and plug you in your calve |
| And if you ain’t by yourself, I’ll wipe out your whole staff |
| And even a nickname for me, I’m still gon have the last laugh |
| So fuck with me if you want, I’ma put you to bed |
| And pretend I’m a pilgrim on Thanksgiving, and butcher your head |
| This is a freestyle, cause it come from the top of my head |
| Meanwhile there’s a light shining, on top of my led |
| You ask why, cause I’m trying to see with it |
| And it don’t matter where I’m at, whether private or public I’ma be with it |
| So I hold down the hammer, and I let myself go |
| Since my fingerprints ain’t on the bullets, they’ll never know it was Z-Ro |
| That’s right I sneak around, like a thief in the night |
| Knuckle up with me, if you want you’ll lose your teeth in a fight |
| Cause I’m grown man, in a couple of months I’ll be back home man |
| Traveling the way a king suppose to travel, over grown man |