[Chorus: Z]
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)

[Verse 1: Z]
I'm probably bopping to the beats
I ain't been at the studio for weeks
I quit hitting up they line and the quit sliding down my street
Like a company I guess
Cause homie I don't need a thing
I put half these people on then I started sleeping on my scene
I got a lot to learn, true
But homie I done paid my dues
We got the city swinging back and forth like they was nodding off that booze
After all, that's what I choose
I don't know how to keep my cool
Hop in the booth like I'm on toxic [goof games?]
Monster moves, I'm on dues (aye)
But they never-mind of a better mind
Working a body have to get my head in line
I get better sounds on my better time
And the blockers are out that's already fine
Steady grind, I push every line
And we're revving up like a Chevy sign
Bet he fire with every line
I put heavy time into petty finds
[Bridge: Z]
I maneuver for my family like Jason with the machetes
Just gassing for the titles, Mario Andretti
Hands off of my lighter till the Swisher Sweet is ready
I'm on fire come and get me
This smoke is getting heavy

[Chorus: Z]
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)

[Verse 2: Z]
Aye
I don't listen, and they don't hear me
They moving clearly
I can read 'em so I'm weary
Only kushing, they be woofing like they scary
But I can't even take 'em serious
I'm really living where they buried
Jumping up out my rusty beater, I'm cleaver, I'm sharp
They be walking around with a punks demeanor, I'm eager, I'm hard
This Firey Squad, ain't nothing meet it
They feeding the dark
And many sick as coughing blood up
Brought up a sea and this arc
Spraying
Spent most my days fucking my bitches, smoking
Wanna yap, ignore 'em
They ain't vibrate my focus
[Bridge: Z]
Got the safe open
Stuffing poem, pass the dope and
5-0 all and family know to say that they ain't know it
I was tired, don't even tie, call me if you don't hold it
And everybody wants something
You got it, then you control it
It's yo hand, you could play that bitch out or fold it
Just don't play that bitch out before your see her blowing

[Chorus: Z]
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)
I'm not there for me, I just don't listen (don't pay attention)
I don't flex homie, the 4-5 with 'em (I ain't fucking with it)
I don't stress for my kids, hope God with 'em
Like shit I don't know, but the whole block giggin' (we on the go)