Artist: Z-Ro Album: Legendary Song: Out His Mind Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus] 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 niggaz gon' be on it They get on it, won't be safe to leave home Z-Ro must be out his mind, thinking we gon' let him on the big stage And get paid, the same way we get paid We can't let that nigga shine, if we do we gon' pray the devil away And ain't nobody, gon' listen to what we say [Z-Ro] I heard somebody told Drake, I wasn't feeling the song Y'all know I woulda been on it, and been the killing the song It woulda got me a couple of more millions 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 dogs Real kush in the video, we don't fuck with fog And if y'all ain't some real niggaz, we don't fuck with y'all They don't want a real nigga, coming up like bubbles in 7Up They want a nigga that's gon' bow down, I'll shoot you down soon as you stepping up My knees don't bend, unless I'm praying mayn I put no man befo' my God, fuck is you saying mayn uh Ro why these rappers, want your hooks and not your verses Cause soon as I get to rapping, 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] Rosay and Yo Gotti, appreciate the verse I was able to get circles of white, and squares of purp' Shout out to Gucci, for doing 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, hating on me A couple jackers round the corner, and they waiting on me If I die, I know I ain't gon' be where Satan gon' be While I'm here, go on and make the strippers get naked fo' me Much love for Killer Mike, I fuck with B.o.B. Whenever I'm in A-T-L, they always fuck with me R.I.P. Pimp C, he told me not to fuck for free And bust a nigga head open, if they fuck with me [Chorus] [Z-Ro] Ro if you ain't wearing 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 touching my dick, but I am feeling myself They wan' rump with me, me don't need a shooter me killing 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 Oh you a hot boy huh, ya 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 brillo wraps Drank and syrup, getting high like a mo'fucker Who say Ro ain't real, they a lie like a mo'fucker [Chorus]