Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto
Screwed Up Click soldier for life
Know what I'm talking about

Mo-City stand up in this mother$#&@er
Know what I'm saying
My ^!$$% gardy in this (*##$, what's up my ^!$$%

Huh, inside out, that boy Harlem done touch ground
Hold up man, know what I'm saying red$$^^*& for life
Redmond ridas ^!$$% redmond hard heads

Huh, ya'll feel me man, rest in peace to that ^!$$% Goudy
That ^!$$% LL man know what I'm saying
%#@! man it's $#&@ up man

Rest in peace to to that ^!$$% E-mar
We going to hold it down you know what I'm talking about
And that's Real Talk


25 Lighters on my dresser yes sir
Got a bad black (*##$ that drives a black inpressor

You know I'm smoking on that herb
Every damn day just to calm my damn nerves
Screwed Up Click ain't never going to switch

^!$$% build a ditch for a mother$#&@ing snitch
Talking to the laws given up info
Catch me at the pad black lamp smoking indo

Sipping on drank on a whole litter
This for ^!$$% moe I got a nine millimeter
And a 4 5 I'm a keep it live

Do it in 08' like in 95'
That was the year I made it clear
Wrecken on the microphone to get away from here

I'm reppin' for the south with diamonds in my mouth
And diamonds on my hands and diamonds in my house
Shinning so bright

Even in the night
Smoking on cush what the $#&@ is top flight
I'm only on the good (*##$ I wish you would

Keeping it all world ya'll keeping it all hood
Trying to get paper pull another capper
Man my house is swoah something like Tony Drapper

Got to get my mill from my record sell
This time last year I was in a jail cell
Waiting for commissary waiting on mail call

Man I can't wait till I get free cause I'm a ball
Put it in they face free my partner Grace
What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase

What's up to that Pokey
What's up to that Woldy
Always kept it real never act like they ain't know me

Soldier Boy love Z-Ro is who I am
Back in the days signed with that x band
Me in the [? ] and that Street Military

R I P Maleak in the day in the cemetery
But it ain't over chip on my shoulder
Catch me brand new candy blue range rover

Rollin to the end my skin is my sin
And like LiL KeKe say it never will ever end
Gots to keep flowing I'm a keep it going

Back in 92' I probably could kick your door in
^!$$% lay it down lay it down you hoes lay it down
I reppin' for the South Side of that H-Town

Screwed Up Click until it's over with
AK with catch bag on my shoulder (*##$
You will die $#&@ing with that Ro

He ain't never been a (*##$ he ain't never been no hoe
Don't know how to be a broad don't know how to be a mark
I put the rubbers on cause it just turn dark

Mashing on the gas pocket full of cash
Looking for a yellow bone (*##$ with big $$#
I ain't disrespecting just telling the truth

Ya'll know how I do it when I gets up in the booth
I'm a go hard till I chip my $#&@ing tooth
In a fly murder four door of coof

Yeah I get my paper yeah I get my bread
I don't give a damn what you (*##$ ^!$$%s done said
Talking down on me cause I'm a get my spread

I ain't tripping I'm in the kitchen wipping up a batch
Batch of them pies for all the time guys
Watching out for the FED they be in disguise
Looking like G looking like ballas
Looking like ture money making shot callas

But them boys laws yeah that's them folks
I ain't tripping cause I know it's hot on postoak
Back in the day I had a pocket full of rocks
24/7 365 around the clock
About to get paid stacking up my paper

I hit a lick then it's time for me to lay low
Just run on my screen on 360 playing Halo
Hoes dropping like it's hot when ever I say so
Cause I'm the man diamond on my hand
Got big bass in the back of the blue van

It's blue over gold the story been told
Benjamin franklin and two blacks wheel 4
My flow is real cold I ain't never been wacked
And thanks to Bun-B and Pimp-C I got two gold plaques
They hanging on my wall pimp I miss you dog

Bun-B ride for that boy and make them crawl
Do it for the south and do it for the Hawk
And who ever don't like it keep my dick up in they mouth
I'm Screwed Up Click till they lay me in my casket
I ride around Houston with that plastic
Hand on my steel wood grain wheel

You can [? ] with the diamond on my grill
You can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist
And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this
And never had love for a (*##$
All I'm trying to really do is get rich
Trying to get my $#&@ing bread baby
Ride in mercedes I know a ^!$$% hate me

But I don't give a damn nah I don't give a $#&@
Riding on drapped up 26's on my truck
Hell yeah (*##$ I know they large
Got three foreigns in my garage
I never sabotage my $#&@ing career
Had to make it clear and I shed another tear
But ^!$$% I'm real bumper and the grill

When I do my music it's the music you can feel
Cause I'm just a G riding one deep
And every time I ride I ride with gun on seat
Watching out for jackers cause I know they scoping
Trying to leave a real ^!$$%s head wide open
Pulling down swangas cause they ain't clacking
I'm rolling on 20 inch 4's (*##$ what happening

Looking so fly I don't smoke fry
Got to be a G till the day that I die
That's my big homie boy Lil Ke
Boy you know I love you it's you and me
In this damn thing we going to do it for the screw
And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you
And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C.

Screwed Up Click until I D I E
^!$$% don't get me crunk watch me pop trunk
Smoking on cush ain't never seen skunk
Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone
I don't give a $#&@ about you calling on my phone
I $#&@s with the stripper versace on my zipper
This the ^!$$% Ro taper fade with the clipper

I brought my partner for my partner Paul
About to make a million dollars and buy the whole mall
Call that (*##$ Mo-Town and it's gonna go down
A couple of day from now I got a show in your town
And I'm a get paid and I'm a get laid
And every car I drive, candy paint going to get sprayed
On the doors ^!$$% and on the side dog
And I ain't scared I got jesus on my side dog
Hit the church house and then go work out
And after that you it's time to pull the purp out
And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
And I'm a roll one and I'm a smoke one
Now I'm out of my mind that's what that smoke done
But I'm a maintain still in the same game
But only thing ain't making the same change
I getting paid boy you better believe that
A grammy on my shelf I'm a achieve that
Cause I can do it ^!$$% even tho you say I can't
But I don't give a $#&@ about ya'll I'm about my bank
I hope you feel that (*##$ look at you
You could put your wig back ain't nobody going to be missing you
You a hoe ^!$$% not a role ^!$$%
Cause Z-Ro make more doe ^!$$%
More versus more mixtapes more shows ^!$$%
And I ain't ever at home I'm on the rode ^!$$%
I'm chasing fedi baby ya'll ain't ready baby
Yeah I'm living like a mother$#&@ing chevy baby
Or like a ford I'm buit ford ford tough
Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff
Talking about that cush got it from the band tho
Watch me come down with my pistol in my hand hoe
Don't run up on me if you don't want to get shot
I'm a grab my remote and give it all that I got
Hold up man hold up