verse 1]
I used to be a scared lil dude to spit my rhymes
now I bust a freestyle, working on getting mines

getting minds right, so everybody $#&@ the devil
he's all over my life, and still ain't on my level
and after I die, I wonder heaven or hell

I wonder if I'll be blessed, I wonder if I'll rebel
and another thing that's on my mind I wonder if they'll sell
me a sack, cause they know that I rap, cause %#@! it's hard for me to tell

tall tales cause it's all true, got 20 (*##$es bring em' all though
call you at 8, great, watch a mother$#&@er ball through
saw 2, bags of weed that I had to get, for my small crew

and it's 1 deep, I don't give a $#&@ about a hoe
no time to waste, if I gotta dip, I gotta go
five-o, creep slow, mother$#&@er searching me

and calling me a threat, all the while, I be burning weed

[hook]

And after I die, keep a mother$#&@er in your memory, Nme
the one you hear, bumping remember me, by Z-Ro
3 hoes, is all that I need, liquor and weed, and music for me to breed

And after I die, I pray to stay high, I'm hoping my lord is coping to open the doors
and let me roll by, so I, gotta chunk the deuce to the world..


[verse 2]
Pimp %#@!, showing off your rims %#@!, expensive Benz %#@!
friends all around when your ends hit, friends bent over

a sober soldier, got em gone on douja, we always calling an order, bring a 20 over
cause I roll it up, middle finger throw it up, New World Order and I blow it up
show em' what it is, I don't give a $#&@, duck when a sucka blast

Fed's is killing our people, illegals bring that murda fast
last place can't exist in my vocab, so I
strive to be number one, I'm chillin with the low class

choke on that blunt, you coughing but yo I ghost that
post at that wall, where people been comatosed at, roast that roach
til the (*##$ burn my finger, I turn the volume up and watch the smoke linger

not an alcoholic but they call me a Coughee drinker, no thinker
it's a dope mother$#&@er I'm hearing throughout this speaker


[hook]
And after I die, keep a mother$#&@er in your memory, Nme
the one you hear, bumping remember me, by Z-Ro

3 hoes, is all that I need, liquor and weed, and music for me to breed
And after I die, I pray to stay high, I'm hoping my lord is coping to open the doors
and let me roll by, so I, gotta chunk the deuce to the world..