[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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 n***a shine
If we do, the real n***as gon' be on
If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home
Z-Ro must be out his mind
Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage
And get paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n***a shine
If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[Verse 1: Z-Ro]
I heard somebody told Drake I wasn't feelin' the song
Y'all know I would've been on it and been killing the song
It would've got me a couple of mo' million 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 dawgs
Real kush in the video, we don't fuck with fog
And if y'all ain't some real n***as, we don't fuck with y'all
They don't want a real n***a comin' up like bubbles in 7up
They want a n***a thats gon' bow down, I'll shoot you down soon as you're steppin' up
My knees don't bend unless I'm prayin', mane
I put no man before my god, fuck is you sayin', mane? Uh
"Ro, why these rappers want your hooks and not your verses?"
'Cause soon as I get to rappin', 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]
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 n***a shine
If we do, the real n***as gon' be on
If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home
Z-Ro must be out his mind
Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage
And get paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n***a shine
If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[Verse 2: Z-Ro]
Rozay and Yo Gotti, appreciate the verse
I was able to get circles of white and squares of purp'
Shout out to Gucci for doin' "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 hatin' on me
A couple jackers 'round the corner and they waitin' on me
If I die, know I ain't gon' be where Satan gon' be
But while I'm here, go on 'n make the strippers get naked for me
Uh
Much love to Killer Mike, I fuck with B.o.B
Whenever I'm in A-T-L, they always fuck with me
RIP Pimp C, he told me not to fuck for free
And bust a n***a head open if they fuck with me
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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 n***a shine
If we do, the real n***as gon' be on
If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home
Z-Ro must be out his mind
Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage
And get paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n***a shine
If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh

[Verse 3: Z-Ro]
"Ro, if you ain't wearin' 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 touchin' my dick, but I am feelin' myself
Dem want ramp wit me, me don't need a shooter
Me kill dem 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
So you're a hot boy, huh?
You 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 'rillo wraps
Drankin' syrup, gettin' high like a motherfucker
Who say 'Ro ain't real? They a lie like a motherfucker
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
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 n***a shine
If we do, the real n***as gon' be on
If they get on, it won't be safe to leave home
Z-Ro must be out his mind
Thinkin' we gon' let him on a big stage
And get paid the same way we get paid
We can't let that n***a shine
If we do, he gon' pray the devil away and ain't nobody gon' listen to what we say
Uh